"What are you doing?" Hermione inquired from a safe distance. She, Harry and Ron had decided that the best course of action would be for her to try to get back into Draco’s good graces. If they were to get close enough to the King, they needed a way in. Insider knowledge, at the least. But Hermione wasn't sure if she wanted to be back in his graces. (Well, she wanted his graces back in her, but that was beside the point) What she really wanted was the Draco that walked in the market with her, the one who kissed her shoulder when he woke up in bed next to her. She wanted the Draco that didn’t call her a mudblood, the one they didn’t currently suspect of cavorting around with the criminal responsible for flooding the world. 