Draco was in London for the day, and Hermione found herself aimlessly wandering the house, a bit listless, waiting for him to return home so they could go to the symphony that evening. He hadn’t invited her along to Britain today, but she was lonely and bored, and he was always happy to see her. They could go to the bookstore, maybe stop by the Leaky Cauldron for some thoroughly greasy pub fare.