Hermione let him pull her inside, fairly certain that if he didn't, she wouldn't be able to work up the nerve to enter. Once inside though, she agreed. It felt empty and vacant now, not like it had felt when Harry had been here. It was so quiet, like the walls were listening, and waiting to see what would happen to them. She moved around a little, not going much further in, but looking at a few things that had been left on the coffee table. It looked like some notes and things, some of the last things he'd been working on before... before he was gone. She pushed them around a little bit, but they didn't hold any usefull information that she could see.
"I'm sure that if Harry stayed around, he'd stay close to those he cared about and abandon his flat." She said in response to his comment. She agreed with him, what ever had made the place feel like Harry's, even when he wasn't there, was gone now. "Where do you think we should start?" she asked, looking over at him with sad eyes. But the fact that the place felt absent him so much made it a little easier for her to bear. She wasn't constantly bombarded with everything Harry, and just had to deal with the actual objects.