Hermione continued to follow Harry. She didn't feel at all afraid any more, despite the risk. Harry's mere presence was just immensely protective. She was sure nothing could hurt her if Harry was nearby. It was a little exhilarating, to be defying the oppression she knew so well. She could almost bounce for the restless energy flowing through her. She didn't think resistance would feel this good. If she had, she considered rationally, she might have butchered Ron in his sleep years ago.