Hermione nodded, reulctant, but she wanted to finish the task once and for all so they could get out of the flat and back into the fresh, open air. The place was starting to feel so constricting and overwhelming. She just wanted to be back outside.
When Ron opened the closet doors, she saw the sweaters too, but she was less surprised than he was. Harry had always been fond of them, since no one had gone to the trouble to make him anything before he got to Hogwarts and met the Weasley family. It didn't make it hurt any less, but at least the shock wasn't there. She stepped forward and ran a hand along the sleeves of a few of them, remembering the stories that went along, the years they'd spent together, everything that had happened... it seemed like another life altogether. Perhaps it was in a way.
She took his hand and squeezed it, having nothing to say that would make him feel any better. She carefully took the hangers down and laid the sweaters out on the bed, one on top of the other. "Do you think your mum might like to have one or two of these?" She asked in a choked voice. Since Mrs. Weasley had made them, it might be something that would comfort her somewhat. Hermione wanted to hold onto one, she didn't care which, but she knew she wasn't going to just let them go to people who didn't understand. She looked back at the closet, a clear space open to the back where the hidden compartment was, but she wanted to let Ron take a moment before they delved into the things Harry held most dear, just in case there were surprises in there.