Please let her agree, please, Hermione repeated over and over in her head, fingers still tightly crossed under the table. It looked like Professor McGonagall was going to be Hermione’s best chance to get Draco his freedom. And he wanted it badly. Every time she left the cellar, Hermione saw his silent desperation to go with her – the longing to be able to just get out of the same four walls he had been trapped within for well over a month. You kept a person shut up long enough, with no idea when they were getting out... It wasn’t good for their mental health.