Wednesday, April 5-- Late night
Hermione stood outside Ron's shop in a coat and pajamas. A few minutes before she had been figety and not quite awake, although the cold night air had taken care of that quickly enough. All she knew was that she needed to go somewhere she felt safe, with someone she could be comfortable.
She stared at the door, debating her next move. She couldn't believe she was standing there; moreover, that she was going to knock at his door so late in the evening.
Merlin, what am I doing? I'm still in my night things. This is ridiculous! He probably isn't even home.
She was just turning to go when the door opened behind her.