Mione

Hermione felt cold and hollow. She didn't know where he was. If he was fine, if he was alive, she hated not knowing. Harry tried to keep her spirits up, he even danced with her but he wasn't him. She couldn't even bring herself to say his name. She missed him so much. He was a bloody git as he would say. A stupid, inconsiderate little shit but he was her bloody stupid git.