Hermione rushed into her apartment, slamming the door shut behind her and falling to her knees. She couldn't see. She couldn't feel anything. She was so numb…
Slowly, she began to drag herself to her bedroom. Inch by inch, she increased the speed of both her crawling and her sobs. She pushed open the door, stood up, and raced next to her bed, throwing herself back down on the ground again. She stuck her hand in the support beam next to her bed.
They were gone. They were gone. They took them. They took her only relief, her only way out, and they destroyed it. She sank to the ground, tears finally drying.
"Hermione?"
She raised her head, her eyes burning. A shadow passed by the bedroom door.
"Hermione, please, you need to stop this."
She pulled herself to her feet, dragging them to the doorway. "Give them back."
"What?" came a male voice.
"I said give them back. I WANT THEM BACK." She growled, her bloodshot eyes staring Draco Malfoy down.
"Hermione, we destroyed them. Please try to work through this. It's just another down period, you'll be back up again in no time."
"I don't want to be up, I want my razors back. I wouldn't expect you to understand, now get the fuck out of my apartment or give them back."
Grey eyes stared mournfully back at her, but she was having none of it. She reached out to the vase on the dresser beside the doorway and took hold.
"Hermione…"
CRASH.
"What the fuck, woman?"
CRASH.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
CRASH.
"That's it. I'm leaving. DON'T EVER EXPECT ME BACK HERE, YOU UNGRATEFUL WHORE!
SLAM. CRASH. SOB.
"I want my razors back… please give them back to me…"