"Harry!" Hermione shouted again and stamped her foot in a fit of pique, but he was gone. She was torn, wanting to chase after him, corner Ronald and make them both explain themselves, but... Hermione’s furious glare fell on the door to Lupin and Tonks’ room. But, unfortunately Harry had left her a job to do. She scowled. Harry. She would find him; the house wasn’t that big. She didn’t let herself dwell on what exactly it was Ron had done to Draco – or was doing. Or was going to do. Merlin, Hermione hated not knowing things.