Hermione stepped into the Great Hall the next morning. "Heyy Hermione," she heard someone call to her. She didn't know who had said it. "Hermione?" She stared blankly in front of her. One of her best friends had died at the hand of another friend. How could this have happened? "Hermione!" A hand waved in front of her face.
"Huh?" She jumped out of her trance. "Oh. Hi Harry."
"I've been calling you for the past ten minutes. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine Harry," she answered. "The war just caught up with me. Have you seen the paper this morning?"
"No. Why?"
"More people died last night," Hermione told him. "A friend of mine-"
"Oh. I'm so sorry." Harry pulled her into a hug. "I promise you that I will kill Voldemort soon. There won't be any more deaths because of him or his death eaters." Hermione nodded. If only he knew the truth.
"Harry," she whispered. "What if I told you that he was going to attack soon. Like really soon."
"How-?"
"Harry."
"I'd tell you that everything would be fine. I'm ready for this." Inside his head he was screaming at himself. How could he possibly be ready for an attack?
"Harry!" Ginny walked over to the two of them. "How are you?" She gave him a kiss on the cheek before sitting down in between the two of them.
"I'm good," Harry replied. He pulled her onto his lap. "How are you?"
"Amazing." Ginny leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Hermione turned away. This was so not one of those things she wanted to see.
"I'm going to go now," she told them. They didn't seem to notice because their lips were locked on each other's. "Right. Bye." She stood up and left the Great Hall.