Hermione bit her lip to hold back the emotions she was feeling. She didn't want to cry, not in front of Darcy. Of course, she knew her friend wouldn't mind, but if she started now, there would be no stemming the flow. It was essential that she make it to the funeral without falling to pieces because in order to go toe-to-toe with Theo, and the other Slytherins, she would need every ounce of courage in her Gryffindor blood. Tears would only complicate that, especially in her postpartem state. Everything brought her to tears these days.