"Sorry. Um, sit down," she said with a wave at the long table. "I’ll be back in a second with some tea." Draco just nodded and did as she said with stiff obedience, and Hermione rubbed at her forehead, frustrated and worried. She had truly thought Draco would be glad to get out of the dark, dank cellar. She had known it would be...well, awkward at the very least, but she hadn’t been expecting this, this retreat.