Hermione Granger has always been good at covering things up, especially when it comes to emotions. So here she sat on a late Sunday afternoon. The birds outside had started to sing the song of the evening. She hummed silently to herself, knowing she was going to be here for a while, so she might as well keep herself some company. She needed to keep herself sane.
"Hermione." A voice chirped from outside the office door.
"Come in." Hermione replied, straitening herself in the chair she was seated in and brushed the loose hair from her tired face.
The door creaked open, sending a little wave of shock down Hermione's spine. In the doorway stood a petite, dirty blond haired young woman. She had these beautiful silvery grey eyes that shone brightly amongst the afternoon light beaming through the office windows. "Good Afternoon Hermione." She greeted in a dreamy voice that would remind one of an angel.
"Luna. What are you doing here don't you have Rolf to go home to?" Hermione asked.
"Rolf is out of the country." Luna shrugged. "You're the one who needs to get home, Hermione you look very tired. Do you want me to take over for you?"
"No, no." Hermione disagreed. "You go home Luna, I won't be long."
"Look, Hermione you've had a long weekend of hard work. Go home, make a hot chocolate and have a warm bath and relax. You deserve it." Luna tried to convince her, but Hermione stayed glued to her chair.
"I'm sorry Luna, I must finish my work." Hermione sighed, shuffling in her seat.
Luna shook her head at Hermione. "Hermione you work too hard for your own good. Just because you ended your relationship Ron, doesn't mean you can pile a whole load of stress onto your back." At that, Luna straighten her stance and left the office, leaving the door wide open for strangers to wander in. Not that there would be anyone at the office at such time and day.
Hermione sighed to herself. "Very unlike Luna." She muttered.
After a few minutes, a wandering Draco Malfoy strolled past the open office door. He was curious as to why there was light coming from an office on such a wonderful Sunday afternoon he popped his head in. "Granger, fancy seeing you here." He mumbled, of course it was Granger.
"Malfoy." Hermione groaned.
"Granger not in a good mood." Malfoy teased.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Granger sighed brushing the loose curls out of her face. She really wasn't in the mood for pesky interruptions such of Draco Malfoy.
"I don't want anything." Draco stated smartly, a small grin forming on his face.
"Then why are you here?" Hermione stammered, determined to get the ex-Slytherin out of her office.
"You see, you left your door open and I saw light so I wanted to check it out." Draco explained, the grin still planted firmly on his face.
"Well there isn't anything here to see, so please leave." She shook her head and went back to filing the paperwork, like she was meant to.
Draco shrugged and left the bushy haired girl to her business. "Must be that Weasel again," he muttered. "Probably can't control himself and pissed inside her." Draco spat the words out of his mouth in disgust. He shrugged off the dirty thought that had come to mind and continued to stroll down the hallway. "I have to get home to-
He looked down at his shoes. "Nothing," he sighed.
Back in the office, Hermione had stopped sorting the paper, and her head was placed in her palms. Her face was covered by her loose curls but not enough to cover the tear rolling absentmindedly down her hand. She felt weird inside, knowing that today she wouldn't be going home to Ron sitting at the dining table chewing away at a drumstick with his dirty boots on the table. No more cheeky grins being passed her way every time they passed in the hallways. No more Ron.
She squeezed her eyes shut, causing a few tears to roll down. "Right," she mutter to herself, removing her hands from her face and wiping the tears away. "Back to work."