There were occasional fleeting thoughts, but those were pushed away by thoughts of missions, past or upcoming, or were obliterated by exhausted sleep. Much as she couldn’t be Neville’s shoulder to cry on, Hermione also didn’t have the energy to dwell on thoughts of Draco. It was all too muddled and frightening and somehow the war was less scary, and she didn’t want to even begin contemplating why war was less frightening than the way it had felt when she had kissed Draco Malfoy.