Each step she took closer to the front of the station twisted Hermione's belly just a little bit more. It could be anyone waiting for her out there. Probably not the Dark Lord himself, but certainly one of his loyal Death Eaters. Antonin might be pacing the reception area. Maybe Malfoy tracked her down again. For a reason she couldn't quite put her finger on, she hadn't yet discarded the coat he admitted to charming with a tracking spell. Kingsley could have heard her description from one of his Muggle mates and decided to check her out for himself. It didn't really matter who it was that was coming to claim her. She wouldn't have believed for even a moment that the one person she wanted it to be would be arsed enough to care. He was most likely wrapped in a warm blanket in front of his fire entirely engrossed in one of those ridiculous mystery novels he could never get enough of.