 At first she only saw a dark figure leaning against the wall in a dark corner, but as she raised her head she immediately recognized the signature blonde hair. He was standing in his usual spot, where he typically waited for her, almost unnoticeable in the darkness. Traditionally, she would look up at him inconspicuously, he would give her a crooked smile, and then disappear into the dark corridor behind him, and she would follow. But the smile wasn’t playing on his lips tonight. He stood, completely motionless, with his hands shoved into his pockets. His head was leaning back against the wall, his eyes but thin slits, but Hermione knew his grey eyes were on her, and she knew what they were seeing. Just like everyone else, he was aware of Ron’s state, and he knew well where she had been. He could see her red-rimmed eyes, her puffy cheeks, still wet with tears, and her swollen lips.