"Let's not have a debate right now, please, Ginny, Hermione? Can't we just watch the movie and relax for once?" There was pleading in his voice and weariness with it, eyes behind his glasses mirroring his tone, and Ginny nodded and kissed Harry's mussed black hair lightly, subsiding. Hermione stared at the screen but her mind was elsewhere. Thinking about Draco and wondering how he was coping with his attempt to be supportive of Pansy. Hoping he wasn't getting horribly drunk with the other girl. Wishing that she was brave enough to go down to the cellar and see for herself, but despite what she had just been saying to Ginny, Hermione didn't think Pansy would welcome her sympathy. It was best for her to stay here.