"Oh." Hermione bit her lip and her eyes darted discreetly across to Malfoy's empty seat beside her. She blushed. He hadn't seen what she'd done with the voucher yet, and she was rather nervous about what he'd think – after all, it had been his present to her, and... "Yes, I suppose I am a little preoccupied. You know me. I always want everything to be perfect." She couldn't meet Neville's eyes as she half-lied to him, and she could feel his gaze rest on her for a long moment before he hmm'ed doubtful agreement and let her be with a pat to her hand. There wasn't much for them to talk about – they'd gone out for butterbeer in Hogsmeade when Neville had arrived back yesterday evening, and swapped all their holiday news. And Hermione wasn't much in the mood for trying to sustain general light chatter – she really was preoccupied. Just not about lesson plans. So she sat quietly and fidgeted.