            She stared at his hand. Tears raced down her cheeks. It would be so easy, to slip her fingers through his. Pretend they were still the same people they once were. That they still shared that fragile love. It would be easy, but Hermione had given up on easy long ago. "Do what you want," Hermione said stiffly. "I’m not coming home with you." She strode past him and didn’t look back.