She would have preferred that he stood her up over being sent back home. But she knew he wouldn't have. Not if he could help it. She watched Teddy as he moved to the sideboard to retrieve his phone. Lightly picking at the polish that covered her nails. Once he returned to her she eased her arms around his, settling her cheek against his shoulder. "Would it be horrible to hope that he stood me up? Rather than him going back... Again?" Who knew if he would return this time if he had.
She drew her feet up onto the couch, knowing it wasn't very lady-like, but it was something she felt the need to do, to keep her from going to pieces. Part of her wanted a book to turn to. Something else to focus on. Rather than awaiting the news she dreaded so much. Hermione drew her lower lip between her teeth and began chewing on it lightly.