I meander back to the dorm practically begging Merlin that Weasley has passed out. I sneak into the common room and find it quiet. No Weasley in sight. My stomach turns thinking about him sleeping with Granger. I feel my face fall at the realization that’s where he must be, in with her, and I hate that it makes me feel this way. My feet drag like cinder blocks into my room. Empty and cold. Green and silver. Not warm or embracing. I almost wish Crookshanks would curl up in my lap again. It was nice when he did it before. I take my jumper off, throwing it at the wall, undo my belt, turn to place it on my desk and I spy a note. Hands trembling I pick it up.