Hermione got to the archives on Saturday morning, two coffees in hand, a simple charm on Malfoy’s to keep it from cooling too much before he arrived. It was a perfect plan: she would get set up in her preferred spot, the corner with tall windows and wide, old desks. There would be enough space for her and Malfoy to work without needing to pay any mind to each other’s presence. This early, there wouldn’t be anyone around to overhear her while she was on the phone with Dr. Evaine. She would do her brief introductory therapist call, and if it went well, great; if it went poorly, well, she had two more names on her shortlist, and enough time to rally after the disappointment.