Hermione’s eyes kept going to the shape of the trapdoor in the floor while she waited for Ginny to figure out what the rune Hermione had sketched meant. It was disconcerting, knowing that Draco was sitting down there in the dim, dank cellar – had been, for the past three days now, and Hermione, thankfully, hadn’t seen him. But despite telling herself she was glad she’d had nothing to do with him, her eyes kept going to the trapdoor, and she kept finding herself wondering if he was all right. It was disconcerting and irritating, and she heaved a sigh, turning her attention back to Ginny.