Hermione had spent the better part of her day sitting around in various locations at The Ministry of Magic. While she could fully admit the chairs were far more comfortable than the concrete floor she had been sleeping on for the past few days, it was notably less comfortable than any piece of furniture in her (or Draco’s) apartment. Despite having slept for the majority of the past twenty-four hours, she was still physically, mentally, and magically exhausted. She had spent countless hours trying to channel her magic without a wand when she wasn’t trying to dream her way back to Draco. This was evident by the number of times that she was woken up throughout the day by random people.