It’s the third Patronus Malfoy sends her in less than twenty minutes, and Hermione’s patience is wearing thin.
He /knows/ she’s not alone.
He /knows/ she hates being disturbed during any sort of meeting.
And yet.
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you, [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you, [looking at myself] it's over.
Before she even realises what she’s doing, Hermione is on her feet and out of the office, chasing her own Patronus in the Ministry corridors with not the faintest idea how she’s going to prevent the impending disaster.
FIN?
It’s the third Patronus Malfoy sends her in less than twenty minutes, and Hermione’s patience is wearing thin.
He /knows/ she’s not alone.
He /knows/ she hates being disturbed during any sort of meeting.
And yet.
Reflexively, right after thanking her otter for its good and faithful services.
But she hadn’t meant for those specific words to be part of the message!
Urgh.
No time to bang her head against the wall.