"Um...er, yes. See you later, Draco," Hermione stumbled out weakly, and then he was gone – retreating to safety as quickly as he could at a walking pace, the pompom on his hat bobbling as he disappeared through to one of the private back parlours. Hermione pressed her folded up hand to the centre of her chest and slumped back in her chair as she took a deep shaky breath, trembling from nerves. Ginny leant forward in her chair to turn an accusing, excited glare on Hermione, nearly squashing poor James who was nestled at his mum's breast, feeding contentedly.