What kind of party was it when the one person she wanted there could not be found? They were supposed to be celebrating his life. Hermione laughed bitterly, hating everything to do with it.
"How could you leave me?" she muttered while wiping her tears away.
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, offering her comfort. "I won't truly leave you, as long as your love for me remains."
"Will you stay with me?"
"Only tonight."
Only one night, she leaned in; smelling his familiar scent again and gently touched his skin. She would have to say goodbye, but not tonight.