Later that night, Hermione had gone to draw the curtains closed in her bedroom – having been up late reading – when she caught a flash of silver reflecting off the moonlight in the garden. It was Draco, and he was leaning in closely to Theo. It was clear from the way Theo traipsed off back towards the house that the conversation had been in confidence but hadn't necessarily been bad news. She had learned to read between the lines when it came to the two of them, and judging from the lack of vices, everything seemed to be alright.