"No Hermione, listen we need a plan if everything goes tits up. They aren’t guarding the floo connections as tightly anymore. I reckon if you had to, you could get out. I need you to understand what I’m saying." It physically hurt him to suggest this, The Wolf whined and howled, refusing to accept any situation where Hermione was safer without them, but Draco knew it was true. "You can blend in and live as a muggle for a while, until I can find you. It won’t be hard, I’ll just follow your scent." She was silent, staring at him like he was mad. "You know I’d always find you right?" He took her hand in his, trying desperately to show her he meant it.