Tears of rage and utter sadness rolled out of her eyes. It didn't matter that she hadn't been friends with him for twenty years. She mourned the loss of the boy he once was, the one that she loved very dearly. Why was reality so cruel? Embarrassed and further infuriated that someone might have seen her be emotional, Hermione ignored her breakfast and ran out the front door still clutching the newspaper in her hand. Running almost entirely on rage and instinct, she was surprised for only a moment to find herself standing in front of Draco's building. She hadn't been to his flat since the day he kicked her out. None of that mattered just then. Perhaps they could discuss that incident later, after she'd said all she wanted to say to the frustrating wizard.