Hermione was thinking about her potion, wondering what the next best step was when she noticed pale blonde hair across the arena. Draco was sitting next to Nott, Blaise, and Pansy. They were chatting and he looked back to his normal self. She hadn’t heard from him since the night he had crashed unconsciously into Nott’s home. She knew he would hate if she asked him how he was feeling. So, she had refrained and he seemed to stay away from her entirely since then.