Draco. Draco, Draco, Draco. His name has been running on a loop through Hermione's mind since Sunday night. She hasn’t  been able to stop thinking about Pansy’s suggestion. She knows everyone will expect her to be wallowing about what happened with Ron, but she’s just not. She has definitely come round to thinking that they had run their course and actually he’s done her a favour. She doesn't suspect he’s thinking the same thing, after all these years she knows how his brain works. Probably thinks she’ll just mope about pining for him and take him back when he's finished bed hopping.