Hermione pressed her lips together tightly and frowned to herself, but there was nothing else for it; Draco wouldn't go back, and Hermione couldn't. So she set off after Truffle, sticking close to Draco who still seemed a bit unsteady on his feet on the slippery, muddy slush, watching him and her surrounds like a hawk, that horrible unease churning in her gut. She didn't have a good feeling about any of this.