It had been a month since the blowup at Theo's party. A month of stony silence from Draco. A month since Blaise had been able to look Theo fully in the face. His admission, this unrequited love for Hermione, was now out in the open and he felt raw, exposed. Hermione, of course, had not been told of what had occurred after she had retired that night. After the verbal flogging she gave Blaise, which he still felt the keen sting of, he had hardly spoken to her at all about that night. After he was chastised by both Theo for his myriad wrongs (his relationship with Hermione; his feelings for Hermione; the way he had spoken to Draco about Hermione; the way he had spoken about Hermione in general) and by Pansy (for failing to conduct that little altercation when she was present), he had taken to brooding (sulking, really) in Hermione-adjacent locales.