Harry knocked softly at the door to Hermione’s office just after dinner time, without pausing he let himself the rest of the way in, closing the door behind him. Sitting down on one of the chairs across from her desk, he placed a steaming cup of Chai Tea on her desk. The faint smell of cinnamon drifted through the air. Pulling a book out of his worn brown shoulder bag, he settled into her office to read and wait out the time until they went to wake up Malfoy and assess the damage. 