For a moment she stared at them both and then she realized what was happening. They were setting her up with someone who wasn’t Draco Malfoy. Get her back on track. She looked down at her butter beer and noticed the condensation drip down the glass. It felt all so degrading. Her friends were constantly worried about her and while they were talking about their future and moving in together after Hogwarts, Hermione felt stuck in darkness. She didn’t find joy in things that had brought her happiness before the war. She no longer had dreams for her future. A career. A husband. That had been something she once thought of. Now—it was just all a spiral of nightmares and depression.