Been sleeping my ass off; it's a good illness-week!
twenty-five
Hermione could hear faint sounds of conversation emanating from, she presumed, the main sitting room, as she tiptoed around parts of the West Wing. Draco's wing.
Luckily, out of all the noises echoing about the manor, none seemed like they were coming from this part of the house. Hermione gained confidence in the fact that he was alone.
Taking a breath, she quietly covered the distance up to his bedroom as soon as she spotted it. Then, taking another, she tapped, lightly, against the intricately carved wood.
The gates swung open, however, and Hermione gasped at the sight awaiting her.
Cliffhanger alert!
SPOLER ALERT: She's gasping in horror, here.
xAishwarya!