Draco heard Hermione’s voice float up unintelligibly from the open front door- then heard the pop of her disapparating in the front garden and the thud of the front door closing behind the house elf. She was gone. And he didn’t know when or if she’d come back. He sat down in the chair at the writing desk, his left elbow propped on the arm of the chair, his head resting on his hand. His eyes caught the glint of the gold band on his finger and he sat up and looked at the band more closely. He pulled it off and turned it in his hands, it shrunk just slightly when he removed it, returning to it’s original size. It was worlds different from the engraved platinum band he had worn before. Inside the band the initials HFG + HRG 15/6/1948. He wondered if one of those H’s was for Henry. He was sitting there thinking about Hermione’s grandparents when Hermione herself apparated into the room not three feet from where he sat- right where she had been standing by the window before she left. He jumped, dropping the ring in surprise. 