Hermione ran her hands through her hair. She wasn't surprised that Harry was a mess. They were all a bloody mess at the moment. Ron was tied up in knots about proposing to Cho, Ginny was worried for Harry's mental health, Remus was frightened to death regarding Tonks and the coming baby, Hermione was miserable over Draco, and Draco...well, he was Draco. How were they supposed to fight a war when they could barely keep themselves together?