Knowing that she was in danger of being caught by Antonin, Hermione made the only decision that she could once she kissed Fenrir goodbye and enjoyed one more instance of being bent over his kitchen table. She had to go to Devon. Even if death at the hands of the Resistance was waiting for her there, she had to keep going. Part of her was anxious to trust Draco, as ridiculous as that seemed. After so many opportunities to end her life and not taking them, maybe he really was trying to make the world a better place. It was an admirable goal, one that once upon a time she would have been willing to share.