"’Yeah, I guess I am. "’ Hermione clasped her hands together, looking at him as if she expected Draco to bail out immediately. She still felt the heat from his hand around her fingers. "’The Floo is open, if you want to take it back home,’’ she suggested when he didn’t move. Brightest witch of her age, perhaps, but this suggestion clearly lacked strategy as it pushed him away instead of begging him to stay here, with her. 