Draco couldn’t focus on what was going on around him. After he finished his cigarette, he lit another one, looking at the Muggles in the street below, strangely wishing he were one of them. For the first time in his life, he wished he were a normal person with commonplace problems. A man was playing guitar and singing and a small crowd had gathered around him, pointing those phone things of theirs at him. He wished he could hear the music but couldn’t because of the wards. Putting out his second cigarette, he cast his eyes around the room. Hermione was avoiding his gaze. 