The hours of Hermione’s school day consisted of few bright spots. Other than the classes she had with Theo and meals with Neville and Luna, the majority of her life as she knew it was miserable. If she were honest, she probably hadn’t been a very good friend as of late. Although Neville was his usual sweet self and Luna could always make her raise her eyebrows with some quirky theory, she just had too much on her mind to truly listen and engage with them. It also didn’t help that the problems which plagued her the most couldn’t be discussed. Her heart ached for Harry; he always had the right words to say to her when she was upset.