"Come on. Draco, just leave it." She pulled at him again and he went with her, stumbling in her wake out of the lounge, and everyone was still staring and Hermione wanted to sink into the floor. What were they thinking? She felt hot and her palms were clammy with nervous sweat. And then they were in the foyer and she pulled out her wand and flicked it at the lounge door, and it swung shut, blocking out all those morbidly curious looks and whispers.