"Exactly," he agreed soberly, and they all fell silent again, thinking. Hermione’s eyes drifted over to Draco, who was looking at her again. She saw misery in his eyes before he lowered them swiftly to his book again, shaking his head so his hair fell over his eyes, shoulders hunching as he buried his nose in his book. Hermione knew he wasn’t reading it. She didn’t know why he persisted in pretending.