By the time the Potters went home, Hermione was mentally exhausted. It was the most socialising she had done since before the accident. Draco walked just close enough to Hermione that his hand slightly grazed hers a couple of times. She could have reached out and held his hand. She should have. Why didn’t she? She could have asked him to help her out of her dress. She should have. But she still had time. 