It was no strange occurrence to see someone crying in the hallway of a hospital, and if anyone who walked past had an issue with it, they certainly didn't say anything. Hermione was grateful for that, because she didn't really feel like explaining herself.
Torn between the idea of going home and being upset in peace and wanting to stay there with Ron, she asked herself what he even really needed her for anyway? The way he and Harry were acting, nothing at all was wrong.
And speak of the devil.
Hermione glanced up as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, knowing it was Harry. "I don't want to hear it," she choked out. If he said it was 'fine' one more time then she was going to strangle him.