She'd tried reading, and crying, and sleeping, and none of it made it any better. She ached! It was possible she was overreacting, that he would mock her endlessly come tomorrow, that he and Harry were talking about how stupid she was being right this second...
Which brought a fresh wave of frustrating tears which Hermione violently swiped from her eyes. Grabbing her wand, she vowed she'd hex Ron if they crossed paths and made her way to Harry's room. He would either be there or he wouldn't be.
She didn't bother knocking. Hermione didn't bother slowing down as she opened the door with a spell, and flung herself at the first person she saw. "HARRY!"