Several minutes later, Blaise found Draco. Rather, he found Hermione. Technically, he found them, together. Sitting together silently, in a sunlit little nook on the west side of the Manor. Well, only Hermione was seated, covered in a thick blanket that Blaise could only assume had been brought to her by either Draco or (he hoped) Daisy. Draco was standing off to the side, with his back to Blaise, his hands clenched tightly - the left securely behind his back, the right wound up in the fabric of his trousers. They weren't speaking to one another, weren't even looking at one another, but the picture they made felt... Blaise didn't know. Couldn't put it into words. But it made his gut tighten uncomfortably.