A flash of movement outside the kitchen window caught her attention. Fearing that Rodolphus was finally there to make his move, she grasped the end of her wand in her hand, prepared to blast the wretched beast in his face or die trying. Seeing only the pale blond hair that belonged to his honorary nephew, she sighed. Once again Draco stood in the middle of the back garden staring at the house. Thanks to the Fidelius Charm he wouldn't be able to actually see into the windows, but it didn't unnerve Hermione any less. What could he possibly be thinking to approach the house late at night so openly? He was putting a lot of trust in the fact that she would be the one to spot him first instead of someone else.