Blaise's jaw clenched, his hands bunched into fists at his sides before he looked away from Draco, towards her. He didn't address the blonde at all, but spoke directly to her. "Time for your afternoon potions, Hermione." It wasn't time. She knew that he knew that. Knew that he knew that she knew. She cast him a curious little head tilt, which he responded to with the slight shake of his head. Behind her, Draco snorted, not missing the wordless exchange, likely thinking if how utterly domestic it must have looked - them, communicating without words. She didn't move, wouldn't admit that she wasn't quite ready to give up this time with Draco, regardless of the heaviness of the discussion.