She stared at the ceiling for some time, deep in her thoughts. Then, she heard footsteps – they got louder, closer to her door. Hermione instinctively turned to the side, away from the doorway, pulling her knees up and wrapping her hands around herself. She heard the door open, and a small triangle of light appeared on the carpet coming from the hallway. Hermione closed her eyes and eased her breathing, pretending she was asleep. She felt his eyes on her. She was scared he might come in and drag her out of bed again. But he didn’t get closer. He stayed in the doorway for maybe a minute, watching her sleeping form, but for Hermione, it seemed like an hour, like a whole night. Then, the door closed, and as she heard his footsteps get more distant, she breathed out heavily.