The men spoke in hushed tones that Hermione could barely make out. The intrigue as to what they were talking about was the only thing keeping her from falling back asleep. The phrases "The Order,’ and "The Death Eaters,’ were peppered frequently throughout their conversation. Whoever or whatever these groups were, they had stepped over some sort of boundary and Draco didn’t sound happy. Cold and detached whispers that were laced with dangerous threats poured out of him. Hermione barely made out the last words.