Hermione Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

All to keep low. Pulling a gown over my shoulders, I wander around my room and throughout all the space given to me. My slippers scuff against the floor, as I run without guards around, looking for Hermione. I don't just rely on her, I care about her. She is my best friend, almost like a daughter to me. Did Moon do something to her? Is she being held captive- I catch sight of her. She's walking toward my quarters, head down, looking at her feet.