twenty-four

Hermione's hands trembled as she kept the last letter away. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and brain was drawing a blank.

What was wrong with this fool?

And how was she supposed to rectify whatever was?

She knew, of course, about the pre-wedding gala that Shacklebolt was organising for Harry, this evening - hardly two hours, from now - at the Ministry. That was why she'd Apparated directly back here!

Frantically, she ran back to the foyer. "Martha!" she yelled, hopping into her travelling boots. "I'm leaving! Please, don't wait around at dinner!"

Then, she Apparated off to the Malfoy Manor.

So... Thoughts?

xAishwarya!