Each of them hissed at the insistent burn of their Dark Marks. Whomever was calling, the Dark Lord or Antonin, wanted them both present. Likely, it was a general call to everyone. Certainly one Hermione was going to grit her teeth and ignore. Draco, however, didn't have the option. An awkward peck to her lips and a promise to return soon that she knew he couldn't actually keep, Draco rushed from the steam-fulled bathroom, leaving her, yet again, completely alone.