The next morning I went to work as usual. Ginny called said she would have to come in an hour later than normal, which didn't bother me. No news from Neville about Draco, but George was taking off this evening. He had contacted the girl-Chelsea- this morning and she agreed to go with him.

But for now it was just me, inside my own little library, and of course it was thundering outside, with a light drizzle going on. When it was noon, and Ginny hadn't shown up to work yet I started to get a little worried. I left the counter and went to the back to call her house. To my surprise Harry answered.

"Yes?" He said.

"Harry. Have you seen Ginny? She said she would-"

"Awe yes, she wasn't feeling to good. So I told her to stay home today. I told her to call you before she went to lie down but I guess it slipped her mind." He said.

"Is she alright?" I asked.

"Oh yes, just really tired. She'll be fine."

"Ok. Call me if you need anything. Guess I'll talk to you later."

"Talk to you later Hermione. Oh and also Neville called about an hour ago, he talked to Draco about the move. He's agreed to it, but he seemed kind of edgy and not trusting about it, so maybe you should talk to him?" It seemed more like a question than a statement.

"Thanks for telling me." I say before hanging up the phone and walking out of my office and back towards the counter.

Guess it was just me today.

When I reach the counter I see someone walking around, I get a nervous feeling because they have a solid black cloak on and had the hood up.

They were browsing the isles but when they heard me walking to the counter, they walked towards the counter as well.

I sat down on my stool and they leaned against the counter, "Nice little store you have here." They say.

I know that voice, I haven't heard that voice in a long while but I would know it anywhere.

"I'll take that as one of your few compliments." I say back.

They laughed a little to themselves, and removed their hood.

I was right, it was Draco. His bleached blonde hair, and his stormy gray eyes and that smirk he had on his face.

"Long time no see, Granger." He says to me, leaning on the counter with his elbows.

"I could say the same for you, Malfoy." I answer him.

He gets a nasty look on his face, as if he has just eaten something sour. "Don't call me Malfoy. No one calls me that anymore. Besides, reminds me of my father."

"Sorry." I say, not calling him anything else.

"So it is my understanding that people like me are being killed, my father example one," he said, sounding the least bit sad that his own father had just been killed, "but Longbottom told me you're the person who will be taking me to wherever I'm supposed to go."

I nod my head, "Yeah, you seem to have the complete idea. Except you cant-"

"Use magic once we've left." he said interrupting me.

I nod my head and look down. "And we cant apparate there?" He asked.

"No, because they could track you by using magic around here a lot easier than they could somewhere else, because they wont know where to look."

He sighs. "So how exactly are we supposed to get there?"

I looked up at him, but he wasn't even looking at me anymore he was glancing outside the window.

"I haven't really thought about it to much I suppose."

"Well you bess get to it then." He said returning his attention to me.

"Don't tell me what to do." I say, in a playful tone so he knows I'm not trying to be rude.

"Well, Longbottom also told me that since I was easy to contact we would be next to leave."

"Well, I guess how we could get there would be a car."

"A car?…seriously?"

"Well what did you have in mind?"

"I hate cars though." He says, avoiding my question.

"Well, it is the cheapest way to go over a thousand miles, and last time I checked not very many trains go up through the mountains to a remote place."

He looked back down and laughed to himself, he seemed to know I was right. He sighed and said, "Fine. We'll go in a car."

"Well, Malfoy, not to be rude but I wasn't asking for your opinion."

"Well, Granger, I don't care." He seemed to be getting a harsh tone. "I just don't like cars that much okay?"

"Yeah, whatever. We still need to set out this whole thing."

"Like what?"

"What day is best for you to leave?" I ask him, picking up a box with new cookbooks.

"Well-" I walked past him and he took the box from me, "I say we leave Friday. A week since Weasley left, and by then if they went by car than they still wont of reached it because isn't this place like-"

"A week drive. I know."

"So Friday. Where do you need this?" He asked gesturing towards the box with his head.

"Over on the at table." I say pointing out a table in the far corner and following him.

"So, noon? Sound okay?" I ask him, after he sat the box down.

"Yeah." He said and back away from the box.

"Well, I got to go." He said, he sounded kind of weak or maybe he was just tired.

He walked past me and headed for the door. He opened it up and the bell rang from above the door and he stepped out into the rain.