 There was a faint glow in the eastern sky by the time Draco finally fell asleep, and he still tossed and turned until his alarm went off. He got dressed and washed up mechanically and headed for the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle at his flanks. He dared to shoot a quick glance toward the Gryffindor table, and noticed Hermione picking at her food without speaking to Potter, before he turned toward the Slytherin table and sat at his usual spot with his back towards the rest of the room. He was dreading the day when Weasley would be released from the hospital wing, and it must be looming closer, because it’s been almost a week since his poisoning, and Draco would walk into the Hall to see him speaking to Hermione. Just the thought of it made him want to break Weasley’s face.