Days
Hermione was admittedly suspicious. She supposed she had a right to be, given her situation, but his fan club was glaring at her and she was rapidly becoming annoyed with them.
Where was he?
She had not see Tom around the school outside of their classes for days, and she was concerned that he was carrying through some dastardly plan. How was it that she had failed so soon? All she was supposed to do was prevent him from killing someone. She had thought that it would be simple enough, but here she was, panicking because she had, essentially, lost him.
With an unladylike groan, she sank ungracefully into a squashy armchair in the Gryffindor common room. Merlin. Why did life have to be so difficult?