Hermione wasn’t quite sure when she’d decided to make a home of the mouse trap, but pleading with Draco to just let her in, to let her care, well – that hadn’t been on the docket. The plan had been to get on his good side, perhaps inquire as to where he had been going late at night. But empathy was a sick, nagging bastard that sucked her into the confusing world of wanting to hold his hand at the mere mention of his loneliness. 