"Hermione, are you okay?" "Yes, Harry I'm fine." "No your not. Why are you crying?" "No. I'm perfectly fine. I'm going to go back to my dormotory and staying there. You go enjoy the ball with Ron and the twins. You can tell me all about it tomorrow." With that she started back up the staircase. "Hermione, wait. Padama isn't coming, she got sick last night and its only gotten worse. She is in the hospital wing, and Pavarti is inside with Ron. And you need to tell me why you are crying." As she came down I held my arm out for her and we sat on the steps of the Great Hall. That's when I saw it. How beautiful she was and how much she has always been there for me. I need her. I loved her after all this time. And ALWAYS will.