As she sat on the dungeon floor, Draco’s head cradled in her lap, she contemplated their options. They really needed that book, and soon. Some guidance would be helpful in a moment like this. Snape was eerily silent, watching. He’d instructed her to cast a monitoring charm and all seemed well– except for a red blinking blotch over Draco’s head. Most important to Hermione was that he was still breathing. 