She thundered up the steps to her room and slammed the door shut with a bang, not caring who she woke up, and sank into a heap on her bed. She glared at the door, rubbing away her tears angrily; grabbed up her pillow, clutched it to her face and screamed into it. Stupid, Hermione thought ferociously, stupid, stupid, stupid. She wasn't sure if she was berating herself or Draco; she thought maybe both. Stupid drunken git, and stupid her, to take his actions as anything other than intoxicated idiocy.