Hermione planted her hand firmly over Blaise’s mouth. The hand at his jaw automatically wrapped around her wrist, but he made no move to push her away. "Listen. Pack the bags, put them by the fireplace, next to the two bags of mine already there. Take this." She shoved a handkerchief into the hand in his lap. She knew what he felt: soft cloth with something heavy and hard inside. He flicked his eyes down to their joined hands before looking back at her face. "It’s a portkey. Keep it in your pocket. When you’re done packing, stay by the fireplace. That’s vital. You have to stay right by the fireplace, okay? If I don’t come through by midnight tomorrow night... well, midnight tonight I suppose, take the portkey. It will take you to Ron Weasley. Give him the letter in the top left pocket of my black bag. That is exceedingly important. You have to give him the letter. It cannot be opened by anyone but Ron. It has some instructions, they need to be followed. They have to be followed okay? It will explain everything. There’s another letter in there for you so that I... well there’s one for you."