Sighing deeply, Hermione combed her soaking hair away from her face with her fingers. The rain was heavier and punishing now, but the smoke was beginning to diminish. Not too far away, a couple of indistinct silhouettes emerged from the grey, heading in her direction. She didn't know if they were Order members or Death Eaters, but it didn't matter. She was ready to leave it all behind. It was time. Time to be with Draco.