Hermione looked like she’d been fighting kneasles again, her hair was wild, curls poking in every direction as well as falling down her back, she run her fingers through it trying to calm the mess which she hoped would help but knew it wouldn’t, she was wearing her old maroon shorts, long socks that kept sliding down her shins and the jumper Draco had given her which was serving as a dual purpose item of apparel, keeping her warm and helping her sleep. 