Despite her efforts to stay strong, the tears started to stream down her cheeks and refused to stop. Her body shook with sobs as she slid down the marbled shower wall, seated firmly on the floor as the water fell over her. Hermione was frustrated and angry, mostly at herself for feeling the way she did. She couldn’t get the taste of metal and dirt out of her mouth; all she could keep seeing was the stupid smirk on Riddle’s face when he made her suck his pistol. All she wanted was Draco. His touch, his smell, she just wanted to feel his arms around her, grounding her. She forced herself to her feet and quickly finished cleaning so she could go back to the kitchen to be with him.   