The weather was incredibly nice on Saturday, and Draco even managed to get up earlier to have an early breakfast in the Great Hall and drink his favourite black coffee. He couldn’t help but look around in search of Hermione’s familiar hair, but she was nowhere to be seen. She could have been still asleep, seeing as it was their free day, however there was still that nagging feeling that she was ignoring him. Since the night of the party, she hadn’t talked to him even once.