Hermione’s anxiety had reached new heights today. She’d vomited several times since Draco left. Even Narcissa’s calming droughts hadn’t helped. Her mind played out every horrific scenario that could happen. Each one resulted in Hermione losing Draco. She tried walking through the gardens to distract herself, reading and even tried sleeping. But nothing worked. She paced the library. Even sitting seemed to be too much for her. 