Following her encounter with Rabastan in their shared office, Hermione had been anxious to scrub all reminders of his touch from her body. Hoping that she wouldn't run into Draco when she stopped in at Number Twelve to ensure the polyjuice potion was still coming along as it should, she was grateful for once to find herself alone in the crumbling, old house. Memories still clung to every cobweb-infested corner, but something about the place made her feel comforted, made her remember the parts of her past she generally tried to shuffle away from her thoughts. They soon became overwhelming enough that she wasn't sad to walk out the front door.