Hermione stepped in a bit tiredly, feeling her headache beginning to come back with just the thought of having to go into work tomorrow. Uck. The life of an adult.
She kicked off her shoes politely by the front door, and dropped her own bag on the ground, as well. She sleepily made her way to his sofa, and collapsed upon it, face first into a pillow. "Yes, but, I'd feel as if I'm imposing or something. Besides, my work attire is at my flat, not here, so I'd have to go back home, anyways," she pointed out, and lifted her head to look in the direction of the kitchen. "Do you want help?"