 Draco didn’t have much to keep him going these days, and he needed every straw of hope he could get. Yes, Hermione was conflicted, but that only meant she wasn’t sure about her decision. And If she wasn’t sure, she could be swayed. With this prospect in his mind, he pushed the sleeves of his robes up to his elbows, something he only did when he was alone these days because of the hateful mark on his forearm, and set to work on the cabinet.