Hermione positively flew through the door and into the Room of Requirement. Although they hadn't exactly agreed on a precise time to meet, she had the distinct feeling that she was late all the same; a feeling that only increased as she saw the group of people sitting in front her and Harry standing behind his chair, a mildly annoyed expression in his face. Whether that was directed at her, she didn't know.
"I'm sorry. I was... Professor Carrow." Hermione swallowed hard, realising she wasn't making the slightest bit of sense. "Professor Carrow was wandering around the halls, I had to take a slight detour into the library until he moved on. The last thing I wanted to do was lead him here. Um... Sorry. Go on." She could feel her cheeks burning, and taking one of the empty seats, Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and looked to Harry, embarrassed about interrupting and hoping she hadn't missed too much.