Draco felt like he was on auto-pilot for the next couple of days. He attended lessons and studied in the common room, he ate in the great hall and took his dreamless sleep potion religiously every night in order to be well rested so that he get up and repeat the process. For once he was actually grateful of something that he had learnt under Voldemort; the ability to compartmentalise his life and ignore his emotions was proving very useful. Whenever he felt himself recalling the hurt and the burning sting of humiliation that he had felt when Hermione didn’t even pause before dismissing him he quickly shut it down. Locked it away in his mind with all the other things that were too painful or disturbing to examine. He had taken the cowardly route of avoiding Hermione as much as possible,

