He invited her in and Hermione hesitated for a moment before stepping over the threshold into his flat. She looked him over, finding it on the endearing side that he was wearing pajama pants. She felt badly for imposing, but couldn't quite help herself. Maybe she should have called ahead. "I'm sorry," she apologized uncomfortably, "I probably should have phoned," she sniffled and turned to look at him. She felt awkward now, wondering how she was supposed to explain why she had stopped by, knowing she would be unable to completely feign as if nothing was wrong. She nodded to him, "Tea would be nice," she said quietly.
There was another moment of hesitation before she took in a breath, eyes welling up again. "I just came from Harry's," she admitted and quickly lifted her hands to run over her face and wipe away any tears before they could slip out. She stepped closer to him, an apologetic look on her face, knowing she had probably caught him off-guard. Hermione wanted to close the distance completely between and throw her arms around him. She worried he wouldn't appreciate that, though. Harry and Ron had grown used to it and they had never seemed to mind the affection, but Draco didn't quite seem like the type to handle sudden bouts of affection without warning.
Hermione offered up another forced smile and sighed, "I just wanted to see you," she said quietly, her face not coloring for once at that sort of confession.