There are footsteps, quiet and even down the hallway. It's – it's only one person, Hermione thinks, as she pushes further back into her corner, curling down as small as she can. There is a large chunk of broken stone just in front of her, which feels almost like a wall and gives her a stupid sense of safety, and she has gathered up some of the rags around the cell, hiding beneath them behind the rubble when the guards bring food and water. It has only been three meals since Malfoy came to – to see Hermione, but it feels as though it has been anywhere from five days to a week from how hungry and thirsty Hermione is.