"Can't really feel any." Draco tilted his head, looking more closely at Hermione now, trying to ignore how close Blaise was to her. She looked drawn, the shadows under her eyes and cheekbones reminded him of himself in Sixth Year. Tired. She looked so unbelievably tired. The thinness along her shoulders, her collar bones, was striking. His curiosity flared brighter. His concern grew. Was she sick? Was that why she was back?