He pretended not to notice the look between Hermione and Draco, but he wasn’t up to talking about his day at the Ministry. It seemed for every half-step he took forward he was shoved four steps back. Not only was he trying to rebound from the fact that the Wizengamot wouldn’t even consider hearing his St. Mungo’s case until the start of the next year, but he also learned about a whispered bill being drafted that would force werewolves to purchase wolfsbane through the ministry, at their own cost, or else be subjected to arrest by the DMLE. If he were being honest with himself, he wished that after the day he had, he was the one curled up against Hermione in the bath.