If there was ever a moment in Hermione's life when she had been more humiliated, she couldn't remember it. Waking up the day after Lord Voldemort's funeral with the recollection of what happened in front of everyone was enough of an incentive to start running again. She couldn't bear to see the faces of those who witnessed her very public confusion. No one would ever let her forget her screaming out for the dead while she kicked and tried to scratch her husband. Nor should they. It was evident that she was completely broken.