[ Admitting to herself that what she really wants is to be with Draco - not like that, Merlin - by his side to find comfort should be far more disconcerting than it really is. She wants to be with someone familiar, someone who might understand that ghosts are supposed to talk and whisper and be a little friendlier, not summoning fire and terrifying her to her wits end before draining what felt like all of the energy out of her skin and bones.
She's taking a deep breath and preparing to force herself the rest of the way up the stairs and throw herself at Draco's door to be let in, to be able to take the prat's hand and try and regain some of her health when she hears a voice, enough to raise her from her stupor and bring her back to the present. Her eyes lift in panic before she realises who it is - Draco sticking his head out of the door, not entirely far from where she's nearly collapsed, calling her name. Thank Merlin.
Rising to her feet, Hermione stumbles down the hall and settles against the wall before she offers him a bleak, bland little smile, urging him to one side and walking into his apartment. She's sure that he'll throw some kind of hissy fit but it isn't as though this is the first time that she's walked in without his permission. It's a rather fun habit, if she's honest with herself, considering how riled up he gets when Hermione dismisses his ridiculousness. She doesn't do it to be mean, just to get him to come out of his shell a little... Even if it is just with anger. ]
It's me.
[ She falls into a nearby chair, completely exhausted and feeling as though her body is going to fall apart under her, hands shaking as she settles. ]
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She's taking a deep breath and preparing to force herself the rest of the way up the stairs and throw herself at Draco's door to be let in, to be able to take the prat's hand and try and regain some of her health when she hears a voice, enough to raise her from her stupor and bring her back to the present. Her eyes lift in panic before she realises who it is - Draco sticking his head out of the door, not entirely far from where she's nearly collapsed, calling her name. Thank Merlin.
Rising to her feet, Hermione stumbles down the hall and settles against the wall before she offers him a bleak, bland little smile, urging him to one side and walking into his apartment. She's sure that he'll throw some kind of hissy fit but it isn't as though this is the first time that she's walked in without his permission. It's a rather fun habit, if she's honest with herself, considering how riled up he gets when Hermione dismisses his ridiculousness. She doesn't do it to be mean, just to get him to come out of his shell a little... Even if it is just with anger. ]
It's me.
[ She falls into a nearby chair, completely exhausted and feeling as though her body is going to fall apart under her, hands shaking as she settles. ]
Don't go outside, Malfoy.