Still without saying a word, without acknowledging the other two, Draco headed towards his room. Mind blank, a deep feeling of numbness starting to make its way up from his toes, unable to process much of anything, he dropped face-first onto his bed. A crinkling noise and the smell of Hermione made him rear back almost immediately. Looking around for her in a wild moment made him nearly miss a slip of folded paper on his pillow. His name, in her handwriting, on the front. With shaking hands, Draco reached out and unfolded the paper.