They would spend their mornings working - him on Ministry stuff and her on her various research topics of choice. Now and then, Hermione would find something she needed to debate furiously with Draco. Busy, he would attempt to avoid engaging, merely putting in the odd word. Invariably, his Ministry work would be put to the side, and Draco would find himself as caught up as Hermione. Sometimes, she would shoot out of her seat and drag him to the library, needing another book, or pummel him with questions about Voldemort or the Ministry, and once or twice she demanded he hand over his arm. She would stare at her bracelet or his Mark before diving back into a book again. After lunch, brains exhausted, they would spar, practice duelling, and fly. 