"I know," he answered quietly and then let Hermione go and nudged her toward the stairs, and she went up them with her heart racing hard and sore in her chest, her mind screaming at her over what had just happened. But she had to be calm and focused, going into potential battle. She couldn’t be distracted. God, why did she and Draco have to have that conversation right then? Why did she assume things? Why did he have to kiss that poor girl? And then Hermione stepped up into the dining room, and blinked around at the others. Kingsley, Lupin, Harry, Ron, Fred and George, and Angelina Johnson, all ready to go, with Lupin, Harry and Ron in the old Auror armour.