Hermione was just starting to nod off when she started to hear the shuffling of footsteps in the dungeon's hall. She tucked herself deeper into the corner between the toilet and the cell wall. There was a designated sleeping area, but not only was it extremely uncomfortable with the half inch "mattress" that was on it, but she felt like it was too out in the open. Hermione heard a groan when the person reached the end of the hall. She knew it was either Lucius or Draco, and she still had not figured out who was the lesser of two evils. Lucius had been nothing but abusive to her when she was in his presence and having recently learned about Draco's fixation at dinner... Well, uncomfortable was an understatement for how she was feeling. It can't be morning yet. I'm sure Lucius would have sent the house elf, anyway.