Hermione sat next to Harry and Ron, not speaking to either of them. They had refused to leave her alone, so soon after her mother passed away. She was grateful, yet she didn’t want their company. She needed to be by herself, to break down and cry irrationally and she couldn’t do it in front of her two best friends. They all had their sufferings and she didn’t want either of them to see her so weak. She had agreed to let them accompany her, but she was going home alone after the funeral. That was that.