She left The Burrow at exactly at 6 o’clock and appeared next to the old abandoned red phone booth and waited. She looked around just in case Malfoy was already there but he wasn’t. Over the next few minutes a million questions started swimming through her mind all at once. What if he’s not coming after all? What if he changed his mind? What if he got in trouble with his family for spending time with a Muggle born? What if he was punished? What if he changed his mind and really didn’t want to be friends after all? What if he remembered he hated her? What if she’d made it all up in some post war trauma response to being out alone all the time? Had she imagined it all?