"Sure you are," Ginny muttered. Hermione smiled again at Ginny, lips feeling strange and unresponsive, and lifted a hand in awkward dismissal, shutting her bedroom door quickly. The door clicked closed and Hermione sank back against it, listening. She heard Ginny’s footsteps retreat, and when the sound was gone, Hermione slid down the door into a heap of tension on the floor, burying her face in her hands, taking slow deep breaths. She felt wrung out, panicky and exhausted, remembering the way Draco had looked at her.