Draco walked briskly out of the drawing room, both wands in hand. He swiftly tucked Hermione’s wand into his waistcoat. He was in the lower right quadrant of his house. It seemed like most of his family was busy searching the left. Fantastic. If all went to plan, he’d be able to meet Hermione at the gates by 2:00. They’d run and make it far enough to apparate out of this nightmare. 