Prompt: You're severely depressed these days and I'm too scared to leave you alone so yes this is the only solution please accept my hugs
Hermione knocked on the door before peeking through the slight gap in the doorway. "Harry?"
There was no reply, but Hermione wasn't deterred by the lack of response. She gently pushed the door open and walked inside.
The curtains were drawn, and an unpleasant musky scent hung in the air. Hermione almost tripped over the heap of dirty clothes on the floor. She steadied herself before pushing them to the side and making her way towards the bed, where a large lump lay hidden under the blanket.
"Harry," she called out softly, knowing he was awake. The lump didn't respond, and Hermione sighed as she gingerly sat down on the edge of the mattress. She placed her hand on what she believed was his head. "Hey, how are you doing today?"
No response.
Hermione bit her lip as she looked around the room. Kreacher had obviously not been cleaning up like he usually did; the room was a mess. Hermione glanced down at the blanket and thought, 'Or maybe Harry's keeping him away.'
She sighed and pulled out her wand to begin tidying up. She Banished the dirty clothes, cast a Scourgify to get rid of the dust, and opened the curtains just enough to let the moonlight in. Hermione returned to sit beside Harry and gently started rubbing his back.
He let out a soft sigh but didn't say anything, so Hermione began talking about her day. She told him about the people she had met, the creatures she had saved, and the laws she had been working to repeal. She told him what she'd had for lunch and other inconsequential things.
Harry remained silent. Hermione hadn't expected him to say anything, so she wasn't surprised when he rolled over and faced away from her.
Hermione had read enough books about depression to know that she shouldn't take his lack of reaction personally. Instead, she leaned against his back and wrapped her arm around his waist.
"I know you miss her, Harry," she whispered in the darkness. "I do, too. I can't even imagine what you're going through, but you should know that I'm here for you."
When Harry shifted but didn't roll over, she went on, "If you ever want to talk about her, I'm here. I'll always be here..."
"It hurts," Harry croaked out, sounding so broken that Hermione's heart ached at the sound. "Mione, it hurts."
Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes at Harry's words. She tightened her grip on him and whispered, "Oh, Harry."
Hearing his name, Harry broke down, his body shuddering with sobs, and Hermione could do nothing but hold him as she hoped she could magically heal him through her hugs. They stayed there in the same position for what seemed like hours.
When Harry's sobs subsided, he peered at her through his sweaty fringe. "Stay with me…"
Hermione quietly nodded, knowing there was no way she could leave him like this. She murmured, "Scoot over."
Lying down on her side facing Harry, Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's chest, bringing him closer to her. He buried his face in her shoulder, breathing her in, and she began running her fingers through his hair.
"Will you sing to me?" he whispered brokenly.
Hermione closed her eyes as she began singing Everybody Hurts. His shoulders trembled and he drew a shaky breath, but he didn't say anything. Hermione continued singing to him and Harry's body seemed to melt against hers as he finally fell asleep.
Hermione kissed the top of his head lovingly and allowed her tears to spill down her cheeks again.
It had been a month since Ginny had taken that stray Bludger to the head and died of her injuries before the Healers could heal her, and Harry had taken the loss of his girlfriend very hard. Hermione didn't blame him, of course. Ginny had been one of her closest friends, and she too was devastated by her sudden death.
The Weasleys had not only lost Fred but Ginny, too, and the family was broken beyond repair. Ron and Hermione's budding relationship had fizzled out a few months ago. Nothing was going right for the Golden Trio and then, tragedy had struck.
"I'll always be here for you, love," Hermione whispered in his hair, her tears dripping down onto his temple.