Hermione sighed as she walked down the hall, once she was sure that Draco couldn't see her anymore, she let herself sort of slouch over. Hermione felt defeated in a sort of way she hadn't felt since her first year. She hated feeling like that.
Heading up the staircase and onto the seventh floor landing, she stopped when she rounded a corner and leaned against a pillar across from a painting of Barmus the Barmey and tried to collect herself before continuing back to the noise of the Gryffindor Commonroom.