Neither of the women spoke immediately after the door he was closed. A tension hung heavy in the air that was impossible to ignore. At least the last time they were forced to be relatively alone to speak they were joined with Draco and the lunatic Wood. With just the two of them, it felt eerily similar to all of the nights Hermione slept in a bed in Ginny's room at the Burrow. She could almost ignore the subtle lines that had popped up around their eyes to convince herself this was just another holiday spent at the Weasley home.