The truth was sometimes difficult to speak and hard to hear. Draco threw the blankets off the lower half of his body as he rose to his feet. There was more anger in his features that she couldn't understand. Why would he care so much? Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was annoyed, the tracker picked his discarded clothes and boots off of the floor. He disappeared into the main room of the tent without speaking another word. Short minutes later, Hermione heard the tent flap lift and fall back. Nothing but silence remained.