6:45pm
"Where are you going to go?" he asked her quietly.
She shrugged. "It doesn't matter; as long as I get away from here – from you."
"Damn it, Hermione!" he cried. "You can't do this. You can't just run away like this. That isn't the way to deal with things."
"And I suppose your way was better then?" Hermione sighed as she turned away.
Thwap. Thwap.
Out of the corner of Draco's eyes he could see her legs stiffly crossed, right over left. Between the toes on her right foot she subconsciously jiggled the thong sandal, hitting it against her heel. He clenched the steering wheel in annoyance, trying to block out the sound.
Now there was silence, minus the radio playing in the background. Hermione stared out the window aimlessly, watching the cars approaching them from behind. Up ahead, they were coming upon a sharp turn as they made their way onto the exit ramp off of the highway. She was focusing on a white SUV moving quickly in the lane just to the left of them. Its front had just reached their back bumper, and now they were going around the turn off the ramp.
CRUNCH.
