A/N: I know I should be working on the next chapter of Dark Mark, but this little scene wouldn't stop bugging me. This is a little like a companion piece to chapter 23 of DM but at the same time it could be a standalone piece. I hope you enjoy it.
Hermione couldn't believe what Harry had just told everyone, didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to think of him as being dead, not when he had just gotten his second chance at life. It may not have been a full life but it was better than what he had before in Azkaban.
Sirius was dead, had died trying to protect Harry. She didn't think it was fair to put all the blame on Harry, but she couldn't help it at the same time. Because of him a man was dead. The man who had just found his smile again. She could remember him just this morning smiling and laughing his contagious laugh. It didn't really matter now what he had laughed, it was probably something Fred and George said or did. All that matter is she would never get the chance to see him fully healed. She would always have to remember him as the man who never got the chance to walk around a free man.
She knew that everyone expected her to be over with Harry comforting him like everyone else was, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Everyone was hurting but it seemed as though only Harry got the comfort. She wanted to be selfish for once and sit hidden in the corner while she cried.
"Does anyone know where Hermione is? She should be over here with Harry. That's one of her jobs as one of his best friends. She should be more like Ron here, he hasn't left Harry's side since it happened." She heard Molly tell the room.
She had never realized until that moment that nobody cared about anyone else's feelings except Harry's. As soon as she thought that her tears came even harder. She felt horrible for thinking such horrible thoughts about Harry when all he had ever been to her was a friend who she could always count on.
At some point while she was lost in her thoughts George had found her.
"Hermione? How are you holding up?"
"A-as well as can be expected. Sh-shouldn't you be over there with H-harry? He just lost his godfather."
"He has plenty of people to comfort him, you need someone here for you."
Hermione couldn't help but smile a little. She had never been very close to the twins, but here was George willing to sit with her while she cried.
As soon as George was comfortable next to her he put his arm around her and gently pulled her head onto his shoulder. They sat like that for hours, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking about Sirius. They became closer during that moment than they had in the years they had known each other.
Finally Hermione fell asleep, curled under George's arm, her head on his shoulder. He carefully picked her up, being careful not to wake her, and took her to her room.
After he had settled her into her bed and made sure she was comfortable he turned to leave. Before he had walked out of the door he heard her whisper something.
"What was that 'Mione?"
"Thank you George," she whispered, quickly falling back asleep, the beginnings of a smile forming on her face.
"Anytime Hermione, Anytime." He vowed as he walked out of her room that he would always be there for her to comfort and support her, no matter what the reason.
A/N: Please review and let me know what you think. Even though it's just one scene and pretty short I would still like your comments.
Oh and if you haven't read The Dark Mark, you should.