Harry poked his hand from the invisibility cloak and knocked on the door, the sound seeming to resonate and echo through the cold dungeons, Hermione looked around hurriedly, paranoid someone would find her, it had been three days since "the reveal’ as they dubbed it jokingly, humour one of the things helping them through it. Hermione was having issues sleeping alone so every evening she’d go up to her dorms, pull her bed hangings, slip into her nightgown and invisibility cloak before slipping up to the boys dorms to Harry who knew how nightmares can be. They’d talk about what their worry’s were, one being that they would be obviated again, or slipped potions, have their minds penetrated. They were careful during the day, made sure to cast longing and pitiful glances at Ron, making sure to hide their disgust as he revelled in the attention, the power. They bemoaned to their own friends how they just wished that Ron would forgive them. So far it was working, but they were emotional, brash. Well Hermione more than Harry who could hide his emotions well, act well from years of practice before Hogwarts.