Fear leaps, and adrenaline floods Hermione's system, leaving her suddenly, viciously alert, heart thudding quick in her chest. She seizes handfuls of the bedclothes, preparing to fling them off and get up and look for a note from Malfoy to explain his absence, when she hears a sound. A sob. It comes from the bathroom, and her wide eyes swivel toward it, and she sees it then – the dim, barely-there light seeping from beneath the door, the soft blue-white of a lumos charm. A few heartbeats pass, Hermione's blood rushing in her ears like the ocean as she strains to listen to the silence, and then, finally there is another sob. Choked and muffled, it's a broken thing, and Hermione bites her lip as she listens, fingers curling in to her palms so that her nails dig in to the soft flesh, shoulders hunching.