Not long after Ginny and William Wood exited the tent, a much calmer Draco climbed into his bunk and went to sleep. His anxiety from earlier in the evening when he feared that their planned meeting would not happen disappeared. Despite Hermione still sitting up at the kitchen table wondering what in the bloody hell had just happened, he was back to softly snoring in his sleep within a short time. She sat up longer, an hour or so, just sipping at her cold chamomile tea and staring at the enigmatic wizard.