In all honesty, Hermione had not considered this, she'd only assumed that they would go about their lives, together. Draco's status as a social pariah and one of the most loathed men in Wizarding London had not occurred to her, because to Hermione, he was simply just Draco. But it was all Draco had thought about that afternoon, after Leander had sent an egret with a letter, informing the group that he was arranging transportation for them, back to the surface to leave the following day. It had felt like a deadline to him, the letter. Back to a world that wanted him in prison, far from the party thrown in his honor, currently carrying on downstairs. 