"Ginny told me someone’s interested in you, but she won’t tell me who. I bet you it’s..." Potter’s voice broke through Draco’s thoughts and he frowned, retreating further inside his own head. Remembering how it had felt when he had thought Hermione was dead. Hollow. Like nothing had mattered – except for killing the bastard who had killed her. He was mildly surprised no one had picked up on his unusual enthusiasm for killing the wizard, but then they all knew Hermione was his only friend. And besides, people did strange things in battle.