"Still..." Hermione prevaricated, being ever so polite and Draco set his jaw. If they were going to leave, they should just bloody well do it, not dither about and drag things out. He scowled at his roughly clipped nails, half-dreading going back to Godric's but at the same time looking forward to seeing Pansy, and not wanting to stay in limbo here any longer. Draco felt like the epitome of the old adage of being stuck between a rock and a hard place.