Instead of verbally responding, Hermione stepped aside, gesturing him in. He crossed the threshold and tried not to shiver when the door closed behind him. Her room was lit by a small lamp on her bedside table. The duvet on one side had been pushed back, and he imagined she had been laying there while he waffled outside the door. He turned to look at her as she circled around him, heading for her spot on the bed. Sitting, she turned to him, pulling her hair over one shoulder as she looked at him out of dark eyes.