"Come on," Hermione said as she began to jog, their footsteps echoing around them like an announcement of their presence. They came upon a locked door that Hermione opened easily, then they broke into the cold air of the night and saw their breaths escaping in cloudy streaks behind them. Dew had settled on the grass beneath their feet making their haphazard path slippery. Hermione held on to Draco as they made their way down to the hut away from the actual foot-worn path to avoid being spotted.