As more darkness seemed to seep inside her through her nostrils, through the pores on her skin, Hermione couldn’t help but think of where Draco was now and how he was doing. Was he safe? Did he find the snake? Was he worried about her? Maybe he and Blaise were planning how to get them out right now? She no longer knew if this darkness was real or if it was only her imagination, and more often than not she would even forget Luna was there too, because they didn’t speak.