By the eve of the anniversary, however, Hermione was dying to talk about the battle, to share her feelings and experiences and hear about his in turn. Draco had gone to bed early, retiring right after they finished dinner, so despite having practically moved into his room, Hermione retreated to her own. There, she tried unsuccessfully to get into a novel before giving it up as a lost cause and crawling into her own bed. She stared at the ceiling for several long minutes, tried counting sheep and rolling onto either side, but sleep proved frustratingly elusive. She was about to admit defeat and go wandering through the Manor when her door inched open, a tall figure sliding through it and closing it silently. 