"Don't be stupid," Draco chided, hanging right behind her, his hand on her shoulder still, to keep track of her, her free hand sticking out ahead of her and keeping a light touch on someone's back – Viktor's, she thought. A little train of people, all following the shambling scientist down into the depths of the earth, and Hermione wondered nervously how deep the bunkers went. She wasn't claustrophobic, but then again she didn't like the idea of being trapped like a rat beneath tons of earth even if they could just apparate out. The Muggle part of her didn't understand that notion, and it was scared.