Hermione woke up at dawn. Ginny quietly sniffed in her sleep and moved when she stood up and left the room. Hermione stepped onto wet grass with her bare feet and took a breath of fresh and slightly cold morning air. The sky was an unreal shade of bright pink. She sat down on a bench and shivered. It was covered in dew. Hermione tried to ignore her pajama pants almost immediately soaking as she enjoyed the sunrise. She felt like she was the only person in an empty world. There was something terribly sad and beautiful in that feeling. She imagined Draco looking at the same sky somewhere far away. Was it day or night there? Was he alone or with someone? Is he happy to be finally away from her? She didn’t want an answer to those questions. It would probably be something that she wouldn’t want to hear. Hermione sat still for a while until the sun started to warm up the surroundings. A ray of sunshine shone on her shoulders, spreading the warmth through her body. It felt like a soft blanket against her skin.