The hall was silent, eerily so. Hermione peered over her left shoulder at the Slytherin table just in time to see Malfoy lower his eyes. Pansy Parkinson’s gaze shot up to meet Hermione’s. Where she expected to see a sneer or hatred or a haughty look, Hermione only saw curiosity in Pansy’s eyes. She whipped her head back around to the table before her and continued to listen, frowning slightly. She couldn’t dwell now on Malfoy’s plight.