Hermione tried to ignore those thoughts. Martin was dozing off a little, the sweat on his forehead drying slowly. Hermione let him. Could feel his pulse slowing down a little. She listened hard for signs of anyone entering the manor, ever aware of the risk they posed lingering here. She could faintly hear Lucio scribbling away at his desk, humming cheerfully to himself. Then there was the sound of Pansy moving about the kitchen