When Hermione heard a familiar pop of Apparition outside the bedroom, she ran there, almost spilling the now-cold tea on the way, forgetting all about her fragile state. Harry and Draco were already there and Hermione rushed to assess their state with a single glance – they both seemed sound, physically at least. Harry was pale, his body seemed languid with deep dark shadows under his eyes, his jaw seemed tight and somehow more defined during the last few days as if he had been grinding his teeth all the time they’ve been apart. Although he was looking around the cottage curiously, when his eyes met hers, there was endless sadness in them.