"I’m right here, mate. And no, we have not made any progress. In fact, "progress" would suggest we have a solution to begin with and have built on it. We know absolutely nothing about Granger’s condition. So this "progress" you speak of, is abysmal at best," Draco spat, into ether more than at his friends, really. He’d been in a state all week and was shocked when Pansy, Theo, or Blaise still showed up for him. Potter had visited several times, and alarmingly, Draco had not been as disturbed by his company as he’d expected to be. Instead, they would chat quietly about Quidditch, miserable upbringings, and of course, Hermione. Potter would leave with a quick wave and a promise to be back and check on Hermione later. 