Hermione froze, stopping in her tracks the minute she sensed someone else in the room. There, fast asleep in one of the lounge chairs facing the crackling fireplace, Narcissa Malfoy. In the firelight, the bags beneath her eyes were accentuated. Her head rested against the back of the chair in such an awkward way that it was apparent to Hermione that Narcissa had fallen asleep against her will. Narcissa worried tirelessly over her son, no matter how vile of a person Draco was.