She laughed. He ran his hands through his hair a few times and smoothed them over his face. Hermione watched him disappear down the hallway and felt a nagging dread as he walked away. She shook it off. It was just work. The holidays were a busy time for crime. Hermione hesitated as a sense of anxiety skipped through her—the holidays. Draco’s family was still alive; they would expect him to spend time with them over the next few weeks. Would they come here? She’d have to leave. Last year she got belligerently smashed. This year she could see going the same way. No more holidays at the Burrow or Christmas morning with her mum and dad. She was alone now.