Except for the odd day that Malfoy asks the house elf to bring Muggle food, all the days are the same as the one that came before. Just the same. The banality of it almost begins to eclipse the constant fear that hovers with sharp claws just behind Hermione's back. She starts eating better again, thanks mostly to Malfoy trying to feed her up with Muggle junk food, and she begins to gain back some of the weight she lost while in the dungeon, and fasting. She sits all day in her armchair and tries to read. Malfoy says that if he can regain Voldemort's faith in him, he'll be able to get to the drop point again and the Order will figure out a rescue plan. She accepts that, and stops dreaming up futile escape plans. She watches out the windows sometimes, and tries to see shapes in the clouds. When she can't focus on her book, or the clouds, or distract herself with a mindless hot bath, Hermione thinks of home.