I saw her sitting there, crying. I didn't know why but I knew I had to comfort her. I walked over, sat down next to her, and put my arm around her. She turned into me and we sat there for what felt like years, as she cried out all her tears. I had learnt, over the years, that if Hermione was crying, to not ask her what made the river flowing down her face, but to sit there, letting her know I was there and that I loved her, and she would talk when she was ready. And all the while, all I could do was hold her.

"I loved him Harry, and what does he do? He goes and snogs another woman, A skank named Lavender! I hate him! Will the teachers know it was me if I go and kill him now? Oh I don't care, he's going to-"

"Hermione, listen to yourself, do you really want to kill him? Wait, let me rephrase that. Will you regret killing him?" I said, interrupting her murderous ravings. I'd like to kill that bastard though. Hermione is basically my sister, and he made her feel worthless. He was my best mate, but I didn't care. I still wanted to kill him, but I didn't get up off the floor and go track him down, only to lop off his head, because I knew that once Hermione calmed down, she would hate me for that. And Hermione hating you was not pleasant.

"No, no I won't."

"Hermione..." I cautioned.

"fine." She said as she gave in. " Come on we're going to be late for dinner,"

"No spells involving Ron choking on food ok?" I said as I helped Hermione off of the floor.

While eating, Ron was attempting to talk to Hermione, trying to weasel out hints about certain essays and assignments. When Ron took small breaks to shovel food into his mouth, Hermione made small talk, asking Luna about her day or asking Ginny how she was going with a certain subject or assignment, etc. And then Ron started talking about Lavender, or 'Lav Lav'. Hermione got pissed, Ginny looked ready o kill her own brother, and Luna started swatting something away from her head, no one actually listening. And then Ron made a comment about how 'Lav Lav' looked like an angel in a certain type of light.

You know the saying don't blink, you'll miss it. Well I blinked. One second Hermione looked pissed off with a plate full of food, and when I opened my eyes Hermione had her wand out, her empty plate floating gracefully back down to where it sat full only a moment ago, and Ron was covered with the contents of Hermione's plate. She got up, said to me " You only said no spells with Ron choking on food," and ran out of the Great Hall, wiping the first of many tears from her eyes as she crossed the threshold of the stairs.

I slowly got up and went after her.

After searching all her favourite places in the castle, I finally found her after consulting the Maraunders Map. I walked up to the room of requirement and walked in to see Hermione sitting against the wall, attempting to cry away her broken heart. I sat next to her, put my arms around her and pulled her in close, with her crying onto my shirt. We sat like that through the night, long after she had run out of tears. She had said that she felt alone, and I reassured her that I would always be there for her. Sometime, she had found more tears hidden somewhere inside of her. And, as she cried those tears out, all I could do was hold her.