Ello, This is my first fanfic so it probably sucks but oh well read it anyway! And review I welcome all types, unless your just trying to be mean. Its a bit of a weird pairing but it just poped into my mind one day so enjoy!

"Sometimes pain cannot be seen" That was what my mother once said to me. I never really understood what she meant until now. Seeing the one person who everyone thought was perfectly fine sitting there looking broken I immediately understood. When I think about it now I start to wonder why everyone thought she was fine. No one was fine after the war. She was one of the people that were right in the middle of it all. Of course she would be affected in some way.

I watched her sitting there in the hallway, back against the wall facing the window. Her books and papers scattered around her, looking like she just gave up. Then there was that look in her eyes that haunted and empty look. As I was staring at her from down the hall looking at that look in her eyes I realized that she had been hiding her pain all this time. Hiding in her memories and the depths of her mind so no one could see how broken she was.

I slowly walked toward her knowing I could not walk away from her now. As I approached her, she looked up. Panic flashed across her face before she put on the same mask that had been tricking people into thinking she was fine. I knew better though I saw that pain in her eyes, I knew she was lying. I stopped in front of her and asked, "Can I join you?" She looked confused but nodded softly. I sat down next to her and stared out the window with her.

It was a beautiful day out. The sun was streaming into the window gently covering us in warmth. We could hear the sounds of nature and students playing outside. It was hard to believe that only a couple months ago there was a war. But there was and the proof was sitting next to me. Her pain was caused by the war. I turned my head toward her, she seemed to be looking out the window but her eyes were glazed over and I knew she was lost in the memories of the past.

I had no clue what those memories were. We weren't close, we were anything but close. I only talked to her a couple times in the past seven years. Yet here I was sitting next to her trying to figure out how I could help her. I took a deep breath before speaking. "Why…why are you hiding your pain?" I mentally hit myself could I be any blunter? I looked over to her and sure enough she was looking at me with a blank face. So you could say I was surprised when she started talking to me.

"I'm not" She says quietly. My eyes widen and I'm hit with a sudden realization. She's not hiding her pain at all. It's just that nobody noticed that she was in pain.

"Oh…uh" I had no clue what to say. I mean she just implied that not even her closest friends noticed she was hurting. She looked at me and all of a sudden everything she was feeling showed on her face. Then she burst into tears and threw her arms around me sobbing into my neck. I immediately put my arms around her trying to soothe her. "It's OK Hermione its OK. Everything will be fine, just let it all out".

I don't know how long we sat there, Hermione crying into my neck and me trying to soothe her. It must have been a while because the sun was slowly going down. Finally her crying slowly stopped. I continued to rub circles on her back until she started to speak. "Thank you" she said quietly.

After that day we became closer, I was the only one that knew of the pain she was in so it was inevitable. It surprised almost everyone that we suddenly became closer but we really didn't care what they thought. The only thing that mattered was helping Hermione through her pain. And I eventually did.