Blaise was trying to pay attention to the conversation. Really, he was. It was the first time Draco had voluntarily spoken to he and Theo in weeks. Their words were stilted, awkward even, but at least there were words. But his attention was on Hermione. Specifically, it was on Hermione talking to Astoria. More specifically, it was on the rather terrifying smile (if you could even call it that) currently on Hermione's face and on her fingers curling around a dessert knife. There was a fire in her eyes that had been totally absent for the last several weeks and, although he was uplifted by the small sign of life, he feared, honestly, truly, feared for Astoria's wellbeing.