The days rolled by, all the same – nothing to occupy them, and yet the weight of anticipation hung in the air, making everyone edgy, nerves fraying thin. Hermione asked Mrs Weasley to teach her to bake; ostensibly just because it was something to do with the days but really because she wanted to make Draco's cake herself and have it actually be edible. He sat at the kitchen table during Hermione's lessons, tutoring Ginny in potions theory while Hermione followed Mrs Weasley's instructions, wondering why if she was so good at potions she wasn't brilliant at baking too. They were both just following a recipe with exact precision, and yet she didn't seem to have the knack for baking, whatever that was.