Hermione made her way to the Prince's room with the mission to do as she was expected. Explain herself and apologize, so she could feel less guilty.
A heavy exhale silently graced the noiseless lobby as she drew in deep breaths again with the same velocity.
Nervously, her hands raised in reluctant movement to give a knock on the door. It was faint and soft. From the sound it was pretty obvious that she could change her mind any moment and just turn around and act like this never happened.
Thankfully before she could do that, the door was pulled back unexpectedly, making her a little bit startled.
She blinked her outstretched eyes repeatedly, trying to fathom what just happened. And there he was.
His hair was ruggishly messy, creating a sinfully attractive persona standing right in front her.
