The next morning they added muggle hairs to a cup each of polyjuice potion and tossed it back like a shot of whiskey. Hermione checked them out of the motel and they walked under a beautiful blue summer's sky to the riverbank where they could safely apparate away without the onslaught of muggle eyes. Once again Hermione felt the gripping tug of the invisible string tie itself in knots at their imminent departure. This was the closest she could get to Draco and although several miles and stone walls still hung between them, knowing he was near had satisfied the bond for the time being.