It had taken an extra long walk outside to calm Hermione down to the point that she could return to the home she was staying in after her visit with Draco. She didn't even care that she received hostile looks everywhere she went. The Resistance members could go on hating her to her face. It didn't matter. Truthfully, she had been tempted to pack everything she owned back into her beaded bag and leave. Destination didn't matter. All she knew was that she couldn't stay there.