"When you were alive, did you truly feel like you weren’t alone? Yes, you had your two friends and your cat, but did they truly feel like friends to you?" He sat beside Hermione on the bench. "When I first meet you, you were desperately alone. Harry Potter was obsessed with the task his Headmaster gave him and the little book of his, not to mention his relationship with Ginevra Weasely. And Ronald Weasley only cared about the attention he was receiving from Lavender Brown." Hermione wiped the tears that fell from her eyes. "You didn’t want to admit it, but Hermione you were as alone as Draco Malfoy was."