Hermione spent a while trying to leave her room. A part of her wanted to tell Draco everything that she thought about him leaving last night. But the other part knew that she would struggle to even look him in the eyes after what happened. She brushed away the thoughts of him being a Death-eater, that they were fighting on the opposite sides. She didn’t want to go down that road. Not now. Not until she figures out what to do next. This was no longer some political mess. What happened was between Draco and Hermione, not a Death-eater and an Order member. This time she wasn’t going to stay silent or run to tell Kingsley. She was going to woman up and deal with it on her own.