Hermione stirred awake and gazed out her dormitory window. The sun poured into her dorm like a river of golden champagne, it enlightened her bedsheets and made her feel warm. Unfortunately, being the first day of lessons starting, she wouldn’t get to enjoy it. She kept thinking about Malfoy, and his motives for the upcoming year with that vanishing cabinet. He may be gone already for all she knew. However, Hermione doubted the prospect, given how his mother put so much effort in getting him ready for the new school year, getting him tailored at Madame Malkins’ robe shop. However, it did not stop Hermione’s curiosity to burn through her, it was like a constant fire growing in her heart and she didn’t know how to water it down. Telling Ron and Harry about the vanishing cabinet would be a mistake, Hermione wanted nothing more than to keep them out of trouble, especially during the NEWTS year, that prepared 6th year students for their future. It was far too significant to involve them. Hermione herself should have dismissed Malfoy’s case and focused on her NEWTS. But somehow, she had the feeling that this situation with Malfoy was exactly the type of real-life experience that Harry had taught them the previous year in their secret defence against the dark arts lessons.