She stayed as silent as possible to try to discern what she was hearing just meters away. It didn't take her long to feel confident that she was definitely hearing voices. For once, they weren't even inside her head. Two people were having a calm conversation. Impossible to hear what exactly was being said, she knew one of them was Draco. The measure of his voice had been ingrained inside her mind since they were eleven years old. Further interactions the past several months only made it more so. Hermione rose from the bed, careful not to make any loud sounds. If he thought that she was in any sort of danger, he would have made certain that the door to his bedroom was spelled to keep her in it and others out. As she pulled Draco's dressing gown on, she made her way to test the door. It opened without issue.