Draco Malfoy was walking up the Platform. He was hunched against the furious glares he received. He no longer sauntered, no longer swaggered, no longer strutted. He kept a low profile as he glanced in a state of almost paranoia. He most certainly, undoubtedly did not want to be here.
This was it. Hermione stared up at the door with a mixture of fear, dread, nerves and a little excitement. She could practically hear Ron and Harry on the other side of it. She glanced over her shoulder one last time, her eyes sweeping across Grimauld Place, before entering number 12.