Part of her had hoped that she would never have to return to Number Twelve again. The decrepit house simply held too many memories. It was much easier to ignore the past when it was avoided, but she knew of no other way to safely get Draco's attention. Surveying the immediate area for signs she was being watched, Hermione waited a few minutes before she was confident there was no one around to see her enter. With no illegal potion brewing in the basement that she was in charge of, even if she was spotted, she wouldn't exactly be convicted of any crime no matter how suspicious it looked. She was clever enough that she could even come up with a plausible excuse for being there. Nostalgia or some such rubbish. Maybe just plain curiosity. Regardless, she was still glad to find no one watching.