Hermione found his hand covering hers as the casket was buried under the mounds of dirt now piling atop it.
She knows she should pull away. Yet, she couldn't. The emotions inside her were raging like the ocean on a stormy night and his hand was her anchor, holding the rocking ship firmly as waves beat upon it.
Hermione doubted that if it had been Harry or Ron holding her hand, she would remain so calm. It has always been him who could hold her together as well as break her down… She wondered when she would stop loving him.