When she heard the persistent knock of an unwanted guest who would not cease their infernal noise, she was tempted to tell them to bugger off and leave her alone. The familiar voice belonging to Ginny Weasley asking her to open up was enough motivation for her to reconsider. Hermione crossed to the door, turned the knob, and waited for the younger witch to attack her. Part of her would always assume that was why Ginny would willingly be in her presence. She was a dangerous foe and they had been on opposite sides for much of their turbulent lives. Funny how she didn't even worry about getting hurt. Maybe she was ready to stop fighting, to curl up in a ball, and just wait for death to claim her. Shaking her head to dislodge the macabre thoughts overtaking what brain cells she had remaining, she asked what her visitor needed.