He was glaring out at the Manor gardens, having chosen to come out here specifically because he knew Hermione wouldn't be there. He'd been avoiding her, and was sure that she knew. She hadn't sought him out, of course. That would require more feeling than she had for him, he thought bitterly. His eyes drifted shut as he heard the door behind him open. Convinced that he had summoned her by merely thinking about her, he was caught by surprise when Draco's white-blonde hair flashed in his periphery. The man had his hands in his pocket and was rocking back and forth on his heels, eyes on Blaise. The movement, the posture, the hesitancy was something Blaise wasn't used to, not with this new, strange dynamic between them. It set his teeth on edge, caused his spine to stiffen as though readying for a fight.