Hermione looked at her watch in surprise. "I hadn't realized it got that late. I... Well," she deliberated. On one hand she was having a nice, quiet time, and she desperately wanted to see more of Jack's books. But on the other hand... Well, there were a lot of things she would be avoiding specifically by doing this. The funeral was planned and taken care of, but there would be that little bit of guilt nagging at her the whole time.
But then again, she rarely if ever tried to take time for herself. That and she felt out of place with everyone's grief. Sure, she loved and missed Molly, but at the same time, Hermione was never as close to her as everyone else. "Actually, that sounds lovely."