Draco fell in behind everyone else, shuffling with the group toward the foyer, the three Aurors picking two people each, and taking them out onto the front porch to disapparate outside the house's anti-apparition wards. Draco leaned against the frame of the doorway into the dining room and ducked his head, waiting for his turn with his heart tight in his chest. His mind turned from Hermione, and a sea of maybe and want and can't, to the mission ahead.