Beyond the dance, not much else was very interesting in Hermione’s life.  She and Malfoy had continued to study on Saturdays and even the occasional Wednesday afternoon.  No one had found them out yet.  It wasn’t like they were trying to keep it a secret, but they also weren’t advertising their familiarity with each other.  Mostly they ignored one another when not in the library, though every so often she caught him staring at her.  They’d exchange brief smiles if they felt safe enough to, and then they moved on.