Hermione is tired of being the trio's conscious, and finds respite with someone unexpected.

She felt tears spill over her cheeks again as she looked at the clock, willing it to be wrong. Unconsciously, Hermione drew her legs up to her chest and rubbed her now, strangely, aching right wrist. With a slight hiccup, she buried her face into her knees once more, only one thought on her mind. They're not coming. [Fleurmione]