The world stopped spinning. The air wasn’t breathable anymore. The table was empty – no one else was there. Hell, the whole fucking world was empty except for her. Hermione had just responded to Theo, but her eyes were locked on Draco. Her expression was calm, her tone nonchalant – as if she just said it was meant to rain. Yet, her hands were balled into fists so tight her knuckles had gone white. 