Hermione was having trouble sleeping that night, and had given up trying altogether. Luna was dozing with her eyes half open.

Silver behind almost transparent gold. Hermione thought. She had never really registered just who was comforting her during the nights. So instead of sleeping, Hermione decided to study Luna. She never had time to because the only times she saw Luna was when she was crying and when Luna would crawl into her bed. Luna was beautiful. That's all she could think of when she studied her companion. With extremely light blonde, almost white, hair that ran down her back to be accidentally tucked into her pyjama bottoms. Her pale skin flowed nicely with her hair, and her eyes were silver, per usual but they were different to Hermione now. Hermione then studied her face, not too sharp angles which Hermione couldn't resist the urge to feel.

Luna's skin was soft and warm. The ridges her eyebrows made weren't too deep, her cheekbones were high and somewhat wide. Hermione found happiness in her fingers; never had she felt skin this soft and flawless. She leaned forward and layed a chaste kiss upon the pale woman's lips.

She fell asleep again. There was a scream as she heard her mother come across something too vile to speak of. "Run! Mione-baby, run for your life!" the soon-to-be dead mother ordered her daughter.

"But Momma, what about you?" the ever-persistent child asked.

"Just go!" and Hermione did what she was told quickly. About two hundred yards away she heard her mother scream again, and then a shrill cry of laughter.

"Momma?" Hermione said quietly. A chute of green light flew in the air, and then a symbol Hermione had never seen before floated in the air. It was a skull with a serpent twining through it's empty eye socket.

That was the worst night of Hermione Jean Granger's life, and it still haunted her in her dreams.

She woke up, aware that Luna was holding her tightly. She said nothing, her face remaining dry. But it was Luna who was crying this night. "Mother... please come to the beach... please..." she pleaded. Hermione felt her shoulder becoming wet by Luna's tears.

"Luna, shhhh," she said gently, cooing her like she would an infant. She ran her fingers through Luna's white-blonde hair.

"Hermione... I wish you wouldn't be so blind," Luna said with feather-light intensity.

Hermione was at a complete loss. "Blind to what?" she questioned, slightly shaking her head.

"M-My... my love to you." the blonde replied quietly with a subtle stutter.

Hermione didn't know what to say. She didn't need to say anything, though. Luna pulled away slightly and looked Hermione in the eye. "You sound so sad when you talk in your sleep. I just wish I could help you, that is why I sleep in your bed at night. Because at night is when you're weakest. So I will be you're strength at night." Hermione was almost in a state of shock. She was loved by someone in this world? And she loved this person back. But before she could mull what she had just learned, something soft was against her lips before being pulled away. Hermione looked at Luna without much shock at this. She had, of course, kissed her before she went to sleep. She kissed her again, this time was Luna's time for shock.

Hermione wasn't the same Hermione; she had changed a lot since the death of Harry, Ron and the others. She didn't just believe in all that was logical, she had stopped disbelieving in Luna's crazy animals. Hermione's relationship with Ginny came to a stand-still the night Hermione had her memory-lapse. That was three months before, and her relationship with Luna had grown. Hermione really had changed a lot since Harry, Ron and the other's deaths.