Draco was staring at the canopy of his bed and listening to the soft snores around him. He felt exhausted but his mind refused to relax, it kept flashing images of Hermione in front of his eyes, as she cried over Weasley. Weasley! Not that he would want her to cry over him instead, he just didn’t want her to feel that way about Ron. He had been hoping that she didn’t feel that way about him anymore, but he now saw that the depth of her grief over him was equivalent to the depth of her feelings towards him. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, pushing down hard to try and erase those images from his eyes, until he only saw blurred blotches of color.