Instead of answering, Hermione pushed him away gently and got up, shaking. Draco scrambled to his feet as well, to support her. She turned towards the window, threw it open, letting in the still scalding heat, and looked down at the crowded, cobblestone-covered street below. At the Muggles enjoying their afternoon in their cafes and restaurants. They probably had problems of their own, Draco reasoned. But not the kind that he and Hermione had. 