Draco stumbled out of the Floo, locking it with a wave of his wand before he'd even fully righted himself. He didn't want to be followed, didn't want to see Theo or Blaise. Didn't want to speak to them. He was at a complete and utter loss at what he had just heard, had just seen. Hermione Granger, returned. Hermione Granger, screaming for Blaise, of all people. Hermione Granger, so thin it looked as though a stiff breeze could knock her down. Her hair, those wild, riotous, chocolate curls -