It was three days sence it happened. Hermione Granger paced up and down the dormitories she shared with Lavender and Parvati. The other two girls mostly stayed out of the room, giving Hermione time to think.
She still had some cold toast that Parvati and Lavender brought her in the morning on her bed. She had tried to eat, but only managed to nibble the corner off some toast. She wiped a tear away, and moved the plate off her bed to lay on it.
She hadn't done homework for three days. She hadn't left the dorm, except to use the bathroom, at all for three days. She had only paced the room and punched her pillow.
There was a fight. He died protecting the other two. He died protecting everyone else.
*****Flashback*****
Hermione was again in the graveyard. Ron was at her side, Harry in front. Harry blasted a hex at Draco Malfoy, who stumbled back, got up, and spoke.
"I have waited for this chance, Potter. I have waited for this chance to kill you." Malfoy said. "I am here to carry out my master's duties. Not only can I kill you, but I can kill the Mudblood and Mr. Poor while I'm at it!"
"Avada Kedavra." Draco hissed. Ron jumped forward, blocking the spell. He held his hand into the air, absorbing the brilliant green light, but bouncing some back onto his enemy for seven years.
Ron gasped, and Hermione and Harry ran up to him. Hermione grabbed him as he fell, and Harry knelt down at their side. Ron let out a breath, but did not breath in once more. Draco fell to his knees.
"Weasley- You cannot kill me. Potter, I will get you once more!" and he fell to the ground, lifeless.
*****End Flashback*****
Still, Hermione taunted herself with thought that she could have done something. That she could have saved him. The spell he used she had never seen, and had never heard of before. But it killed Draco, leaving Voldemort in the position to kill Harry.
As she got up and began pacing again, she heard a knock at the door, and a familiar voice.
"Hermione, I need to talk to you." The formerly strong, instructive voice wobbled and fell, weakend and choked. This was a different Harry then she had ever known.
"Come in." Hermione mumbled. She really didn't want to see Harry. Harry would just tell her again that he was dead, that it wasn't all a bad dream, that she wasn't going to wake up and find everything better, that she would never have a normal life again, and that there was no way out.
All he did was come up to her and hug her. They held each other for a long time, Harry's green eyes filling up with tears. When Hermione broke away, her eyes were redder then they were before.
"Hermione, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." How did he know what she was thinking? Was he going through the same thing? "You loved him, didn't you?"
"I still do love him, and I always will love him."
"I know." Harry rubbed his hand through her brown hair. He stopped and got up, headed for the door. "I need some sleep."
"I do too. I'll see you tomorrow." Hermione said, trying to insert confidence
into her voice. She dropped her head against her pillow and was asleep
by the time he closed the door.