"As far as she knows...? Do you...want to go visit her?" Hermione asked cautiously, and Draco thought about it, weighing everything up in his head. Did he want to? Did he want to try to reach out to his mother? See what kind of tentative bond they might be able to reforge? It was surprisingly tempting. He didn't know what to say. At last, Hermione disentangled herself from him and got up, stretching, her stripy jersey riding up and exposing a creamy sliver of skin between jersey and jeans that Draco found mesmerising. "I'll ask Remus if he can fire call Delia Tiptree. Get her to side-along apparate us over to your mother's safehouse," she said briskly, finger-combing her waves of hair and tucking it behind her ears as best she could, most of it springing back out to frame her face. Draco glanced up at her, startled and questioning.