Draco had snorted and Blaise had gone on his way.    He wondered where his little bird had flown off to. More books, maybe, or lunch with Potter and Weasley?  Perhaps she hadn't really ended things with Weasley and, now that she had the energy again,  they planned to meet up for sex.  If the information in his handy folders was right, she'd been in for an unpleasant shock.