In one of the velvet armchairs, Hermione was curled up with one of Austen's works. After the tumultuous week she had, she needed a bit of light-hearted romance to settle her temper. Being in Draco's presence had not been enjoyable after their argument to say the least; there had been a lot of averted gazes, stiff postures, and using Theo as a go-between for any commands and successive responses.