Hermione lifted her eyes heavenward and tried not to burst into angry, frustrated tears. She glanced over at Draco, who was glowering at the door as though he could set Harry alight through the wood. Of all the bloody moments to interrupt, it had to be now. If Harry had just waited five minutes... He seemed to be making a habit of this, and Hermione didn’t appreciate it. She wanted to just scream. She felt like literally biting his head off, instead of verbally. She wondered idly if there was a spell that could make her lower jaw unhinge from the top, so she could swallow him whole. God, and she wasn’t even dressed...