But Draco just slipped out the door, a limp in his step without once looking in her direction. Hermione’s heart sank and she felt a little sick, staring at the doorway he had disappeared out of as if he would reappear at any moment. But he didn’t. Finally Hermione let the curtain fall back and sat and waited for the Healer to finish. It seemed like it took forever, but at last she was healed and free to go. With a towel transfigured into a shirt to preserve her modesty, Hermione hurried achingly out into the hallway. She was going to shower and then she was going to go and see Draco. But then after her shower Ginny wanted to hug Hermione and talk to her, Ron wanted to drink with her, and Mrs Weasley kept forcing hot chocolate on her and insisting she drink it all up. It was possibly the most frustrating night in Hermione’s life.