The smile that appeared was sharp and brittle, his voice too calm as he spoke. "I would introduce you, but it seems we are too late." He didn't look at Hermione, knowing she should recognize the name from his records, and she should know that Amelia was his benefactor and thus, someone important in his life. "I was to meet Amelia at Chanson after I met with you. She finished her interview with the Ministry early, and was already there before I arrived in your office. She was getting a coffee, and said she had brought a book to read while she waited."
His gaze never left the crumpled woman, although he shuddered as he watched them lay the bag beside her, another soft sound of denial escaping as his eyes blinked closed, just for a moment. When he opened them again, he saw someone watching him, glancing over in curiosity.
They couldn't be caught here, couldn't be noticed as anything but innocent bystanders. Draco reached out and roughly dragged Hermione closer, hand going into the thick of her hair as he pressed her face against his shoulder as if to comfort her. His fingers gripped her far too tightly, tension holding him taut as a bow string with the effort of not letting himself snap, not here and now. "Someone is watching," he whispered into her hair, senses sharp as a knife's edge, using her to hide his own face as well. "As soon as they look away, we go."
He didn't want to leave, but there was nothing he could do, and he was coming awake to the idea that Hermione was in grave danger and had yet to leave his side. If he left, she would leave, and she would be safe.