"When?" If Tonks could tell her something about what Draco was thinking, maybe Hermione could figure out the right words to say to him, the words that would make everything all right again. But Tonks shook her head uncomfortably, hair tinting deepest burgundy from the pink it had been. Hermione wondered if Tonks realised how much of a mood indicator her hair was when she wasn’t thinking about it. "It’s important, isn’t it?"