Hermione did not want to flee. She did not want to run from the perils of the Manor and its secrets and its hoard of rebels and criminals. She wanted to run toward it and the people she had come to call her family. To chatty breakfasts with Theo, mirrored gazes shared with Astoria, aloof and oddly proud sentiments from Narcissa, and – above all and despite her best effort to avoid it – to quiet moments in Draco's embrace with his lips pressed firmly against hers; the ache and the burn of their shared breath.