Hermione hadn't been sleeping at all. How could she? Her parents were somewhere being tortured because of her, possibly in the process of being murdered. The only hope she held onto was that if they were murdered there would be no more leverage against the trio. And while she didn't want Harry charging off in battle without being prepared for victory, she was glad for the leverage because it gave her some semblance of hope.
She had finally cried on her own the day before. She'd done it as silently as she could have because she didn't want to stop being strong for Ron and Harry. They all needed to be strong for what was on its way and even though she felt empty, hollow, inside, she thought she was putting on a good face.
Though, it was some testament to her state of mind that she hadn't even been able to put up a fight about Harry going to meet Snape. She'd always had a lingering mistrust of the silver doe, not knowing from where it came. But, if it solved something further for them that could be used to defeat Voldemort, then it was probably good if she didn't fight anyway.
Hermione had heard someone rustling about quietly and knew it wasn't Ron. She had gotten out of her own bed to go and join Harry, hoping she didn't look like she hadn't slept a wink since Harry had told her about the vision. Sitting across from him, she asked quietly, "Any developments?"