Potions the next morning was in fact worse than she had envisioned the night before. Hermione sat beside Harry nervously twisting the end of her hair around her bandaged fingers while she waited for Draco to walk in. She had skipped breakfast and come straight to class instead, not wanting their first encounter to be in the great hall in front of the entire school. She needn't have worried though, Draco’s eyes were back to their steely exterior. His walls were up so high she doubted he could feel anything right now. He walked by her table with strong purposeful steps and only turned his head towards her for a moment to nod in recognition before taking his seat. She stared bluntly over at him, watching his blank stare as he sat motionless, looking up at the blackboard behind Slughorn.