She ate in silence and made her excuses quickly before bowing from the room. If Astoria knew she was Draco’s mistress, she gave no sign of it: her manner was as politely reserved as it was with everyone else, and Hermione began to have more hope in her plan. They could surely coexist. Neither of them would enjoy it, but they’d do it – for Draco’s sake. He needed Hermione as his spymistress to be King, and he needed a pureblood wife to be King, and they both loved him enough to give it to him.