It had been two days since her conversation with Draco. Two days of tediously passing time as they waited for news of their crew, of planning and speculating and trying to find information as to who might be controlling the crystal. Two days of Draco avoiding Hermione like the plague. He was clearly skipping meals, but she suspected that he was drying out Marella’s liquor cabinet quite spectacularly. She’d caught his eye on her way to breakfast that morning, but he had ducked into a stairwell a moment later. 