Leading Wood, or anyone with nefarious intentions right to the front door of the home she was brewing an illegal potion in was foolish. With the end of her plan in sight, she couldn't afford any complications. Even if it meant leaving the potion alone for a couple of days, hoping and praying nothing happened to it, she would. A temporary setback was infinitely preferable to arrest or murder. Glad that she was no longer so arrogant about her position in the regime that she didn't worry about her safety, Hermione remained in the neglected garden several houses down from Number Twelve considering her next move. The wrong decision would be disastrous. She couldn't blow her cover or Draco's for that matter.