Every night she sat with Harry and Ron, devising ways to get the memory from Slughorn and combing through all the cryptic clues Dumbledore was giving Harry in regard to Voldemort. By the end of week two without Draco speaking to her, Hermione was so anxious and tired that even talking had become too much effort. She sat silently in front of the Gryffindor fireplace, shaking her knees while staring into the amber depths of the burning logs.