The closer Hermione walked to the Police Station, the more unmoored she felt.  She had successfully avoided Draco for almost an entire year at this point.  The amount of anger she still held in her heart toward him was astonishing.  He hadn’t been ready for the level of commitment she wanted from him, and that was  fine .  She...understood, in a way.  After spending so many years with every move he made being dictated by his father, and later, Voldemort, she couldn’t blame him for wanting to feel free.  It wasn’t as if she had been trying to chain him to her, though.  Not at all!  She had simply wanted to love him and eventually start a family with him, and something about that had spooked him.