Hermione scrubbed at her tear-stained face with the ends of her sleeves and quickly dragged her fingers through her hair, examining her face in the mirror. No, that hadn’t helped – it still looked like she’d been crying her eyes out, probably because she’d spent the afternoon doing just that. At least the turtleneck she had dug out of the back of her drawer hid the slight bruise marks Draco’s fingers had left. She sighed and straightened her shoulders as another knock came at the door, trying to smile. She looked ghastly.