They’d all settled in their new rooms, some of the tension leaving them as Blaise and Neville had chattered good naturedly to each other on the walk over. Now people were congregating in the common room, slowly thawing out and nervously trying to act nicely towards one another. The room was busy and Hermione looked around, pleased to see most people had relaxed. She wondered about Malfoy and spotted him quite easily. She could see his sharp profile as he stood by the fire with a glass of firewhiskey. The flames threw warm light onto his platinum hair and his grey eyes shone silver as he smiled at Blaise across from him. He hadn’t said one word the entire time she’d shared a space with him but now he looked almost relaxed, almost at ease apart from a very slight tell tale tension in his body. 