Hermione sighed to herself; she'd only come down to say goodbye to Pansy because she thought Draco would want her to be there. Not that he'd said anything, but she could tell regardless. She was starting to learn to read him, like a book – albeit one that sometimes seemed to use invisible ink. Hermione hung back, watching as Pansy carried her one small bag of things into the foyer and looked around at the assembled people blankly.