The first days of spring crept in unexpectedly. While the rest of the country was watching the last bits of snow melt and counting down days to when the weather gets warmer, it reminded Hermione of how small-time there was left. She promised herself to start thinking about how to get out of this mess after New Year but as time passed, Hermione still couldn’t bring herself to even imagine it. As soon, as she started thinking of a solution, thousands of complications appeared, making every single one of her plans either a suicide mission or the lowest a person could fall. So, she set it aside. Why poison the few months they had left with bitter thoughts? Despite trying to shove The Order into the back of her mind, occasionally thoughts came up and ruined her days. The less time she had, the more often she found herself staying up late in the library, trying to find something unknown even to her, or just simply standing on the balcony and looking at nothing. Hermione did her best to suppress it. She’d go to Draco and treasure every minute they had together. Sometimes, she’d catch herself taking mental pictures of the way he smiled or how he looked when talking about a topic he was invested in.