the words over his shoulder as he left.Hermione glanced around the room that suddenly felt cold, vast, and horribly empty.She hated being alone in that room. Somehow it was always her left in the room. Malfoy always left first.She got up and redressed. Summoned her skirt and knickers down from the sconce they were hanging from.Her bed in the Gryffindor dorm was cold. It took her hours to finally fall asleep. She had to conjure more than twenty comforters before she felt warm enough. She slept late. By the time her alarm clock’s persistent