Ending
Hermione had a love-hate relationship with books. Don't get her wrong; she loved books a lot -- she'd probably die reading them. It was just that. . . well, you see, she wasn't one for endings.
Romantic, sad, horrible endings; it didn't matter how it happened, but it was the end. It was final. There was never to be more – unless it was a series, but even those had to end.
Books could never leave her -- not like Viktor, not like her "friends", and not like her ex-husband Ronald Weasley.
Endings were never anything to celebrate, and never something to smile about.
She sat crying in her library, the only thing that would stay with her forever; a never-ending relationship.