Hermione stood in the doorway, head-to-toe in only their clothes. She had on a forest green jumper of Draco’s, and a pair of Remus’ joggers that were so big she had to roll the waist band several times, but were still sagging low enough on her hips that Draco could see a hint of his boxers poking out from the top. Her hair was haphazardly pulled into a bun with a scrunchie and even though her eyes were a little red-rimmed, Draco thought she looked gorgeous.