While the men had quickly dispersed to prepare after Harry’s announcement of a departure time, Hermione hadn’t bothered. She could still feel the warm remnants of Malfoy’s magic embedded into her clothing, the warmth of his magic a sharp contrast to the coolness of his skin. She had returned to her room for a moment, only to dig her wand holster from the bottom of an overpacked trunk and strapped it to her left arm. 