Draco assumed at first it had been Weasley's own stupid fault but as he heard Lavender Brown telling Pansy in their Herbology class, it had been a bottle of mead from Slughorn that did it however, Draco thought maybe that wasn't the case. Could this have been a botched attempt at another warning from Dolohov? Whatever the reason Draco didn't care whether Weasley lived or died - he didn't care about anything now. His mind was completely closed off and he was more in control of his thoughts and emotions than ever. That was until he had glanced over at Hermione's desk in potions on Monday and noticed it was vacant of her usual head of bushy brown hair and raised hand. The way she said hello to him every morning had become a daily fixture for Draco, it was something he could count on. A small interaction to satisfy the knot of rope that lingered beneath the surface, begging to be released - on her.