Granger's sobs echoed off the walls as the only sounds for hours afterwards. At some point, she shifted from Ginevra's arms to Draco's and the change seemed to calm her physically, though it didn't dampen her tears or wailing sobs. Before she had swatted at Ginevra's form trying to fend her calming arms off her, thrashing her head as if she could shake the grief out of her mind again. She would shake with sobbing tremors and hiccups when her crying overtook her body too much. Only once Ginevra gently pushed her into Draco's arm did her body start to relax though the stream of tears didn't slow. Draco tried to be the gentleman his mother had raised him to be and conjured a handkerchief for Ginevra to dry her wet eyes. He paid no mind to the streaks on his face. It was nothing compared to the mess that was in his arms.