She had to get out of the damned house, away from Draco. She needed to clear her head, to breathe him out of her lungs and get her bearings back. Hermione was all fogged up, and she no longer knew which way was up. Or any direction at all. Maybe some time out of that dark cellar with only Malfoy’s company would sort her out. Expunge the twinging thrill in her stomach that even the faintest thought of him gave her now, since the kiss.