Hermione clutched her fingers on the balcony railing. The smooth wind put the storm inside of her to rest. There was absolutely nothing that she could or was allowed to do. The trial was tomorrow and from what she heard, no one came up with any worthy suggestions. Hermione knew that she would have to watch an innocent man go to Azkaban just because her ideas were too radical for the Ministry. If only she had more time and freedom in her actions. Hermione shook her head. She had until tomorrow noon. It was plenty of time if she used it wisely. She crept back into the bedroom, trying not to wake up Draco.