She wasn't sure what time it was when he could no longer sit still. Late. Or very, very early. The sun had been down for hours and the chill in the tent had grown pronounced enough that she'd added extra firewood to the fireplace and put on a heavy jumper over the two she was already wearing. Malfoy's nervousness was evident if his pacing of the tent was any indication. She had never seen him so rattled. Not since the day of the Final Battle when Harry saved his life from the Fiendfyre.