It was confusing, and Draco seemed to be caught between panic and manners. Hermione walked through the door, grabbing her coat off of the hook and pulling the big stuffy thing over herself. It was hardly fashionable, but it kept it warm and it hid her wand very well. It took moments to get out of the empty building, and soon they were on the street of panic. Muggle emergency cars had arrived, pulling bodies out of the mess of stones and rubble. Hermione had to cover her mouth, the scent of burning flesh and gun powder heavy in the air around her. Eyes watering, she used her scarf to cover her nose and mouth, turning to Draco. With half her face covered, those clear eyes betrayed everything so much more easily.
She was scared. She’d survived branding to have bombs placed outside her work.
"Draco," she began to say, her hand touching his arm. "You need to go- if they finds STs here," she began to say.