Hermione swallowed as she thought this. Adrenaline was an amazing chemical. She was both calm and awake. She heard the rippling of the underbrush and the rustling of every leaf in the wind, but her eyes didn't move from the path that was illuminated by the full moon. An hour passed, but nothing happened. A second hour was almost ticking away and Hermione felt her legs had fallen asleep waiting up in the tree for so long. They have to come. Lucius will know how to find me in ways that Draco wouldn't have -