"Ha. As if you would ever be able to fool me. You couldn’t fool a confounded Hufflepuff, Hermione. It’s not in your blood." He paused uncertainly as if saying not in your blood might have been skirting the invisible line between things they talked about and things they didn’t. Hermione smiled at him reassuringly; she knew what he had meant. She nudged Draco into giving her more space – god, he always stood so close; it unnerved her – and turned back to his bed, only half-made. She tucked in the sheets and blankets with hospital corners the Muggle way, like her mother had taught her so long ago.