 Three days after her return to Hogwarts, Hermione was still eating dinner alone. When she finished eating, she stood up and threw a quick glance over at the Slytherin table. There was no sign of Malfoy and for some reason, she felt disappointed. It was probably for the best, though. Surely he would act like nothing ever happened (not that she wanted anyone to know what had happened) and call her a mudblood again. She was walking back to the common room, the castle was almost empty, most people not having returned after Christmas yet, and she enjoyed the silence and calm around her, while her mind was racing.