The early morning hours had been a blur. Hermione knew that she had spoken to Molly briefly about the fact that Harry was dead, what she didn't recall is whether or not Molly had already been aware of the situation prior to her arrival. What Hermione did know is that it seemed they had hugged for hours when it was likely only a few minutes. Then again, the heaviness that came with the word that Harry had died was insuring that time stood practically still even though it was indeed steadily marching on.
Hermione didn't know how long she'd sat there but it would have been obvious to anyone that came upon her that her tea was quite cold and likely not fit to be drank. "I'm good," she lied as she lifted her cup in response to Percy's question. "You're mother made me some tea." Her eyes never left the spot in the yard.