She sat on the bed, thinking of ways to kill time. Hermione slid the drawer of her bedside table open and took out a small black box. She got it months ago while visiting an antique shop with Draco. She promised herself to figure out its magical properties but didn’t have the time to do it. Perhaps, it could be of some use. Hermione twisted the small box in her hands, trying to figure out whether it opened. The only clue was a small hole on the side. She tried tapping the box with her wand but all that happened was it getting slightly warm.