She paused, hearing someone coming up the steps she'd just ascended.
"Hermione?"
"What do you want, Harry?" She turned to face him.
"Are you ok? I noticed you slipping out of the room."
"I'm just so tired, Harry. I'm so tired, and nothing will be ok. How can it be? There's nothing left. Too many died. How can anything ever feel normal again? I'm so tired, and there's nothing for me."
He nodded. "You wake up, and, what to do? How to live, now? It's consuming me, too. How to live when there's nothing left?"
"The highlight of my day is falling asleep. I try to keep busy, try to distract myself. But everyone's so happy, and it just overwhelms me. How to deal with it? I came up here because I needed a break from all the celebrating" She slid down the wall to sit on the ground, patting the spot beside her in an invitation.
He took the spot and wrapped his arm around her. She leaned in to his touch.
"I'm just so lost. We never thought about what we'd do after it all ended. We only ever thought about surviving one more day. I feel so guilty for surviving, and so guilty for not being happy that I did. So guilty for having doubts, for finding it hard to keep going. I'm just so tired, Harry."
"I know. I know, I know." He hugged her, and they sat in silence together, both broken and stuck, neither knowing how to fix anything.