They apparated with four matching cracks to a meadow about half a mile from the lake. Hermione wanted to approach on foot. She led the way towards the meeting point, Draco half a step behind her. She glared back at him. They had talked about him going last. No one was going to hex her or the other two. The distinctive platinum-blond Minister of Magic was unmistakable, and Hermione had wanted him to be as inconspicuous as possible. Draco gave her an eyebrow, indicating he had never intended to hide at the back. Hermione huffed silently, realising that he had not actually voiced agreement to her plan. She stomped onwards.