When You Leave.
Just a little oneshot from both Hermione AND Ron's perspective after he leaves the tent.
Was it something I did? Did I say something to make it look like I preferred my own brother, Harry, over him?
I know it's the Horcrux that's making me this way, but I saw her and Harry laughing.
Ron, the pain you put me in. I don't care who hears me now. I don't care who catches me. I scream inot the night. I scream your name, I scream that I love you, and that I need you back.
as I force myself to put one foot in front of the other, a tear streaks down my face, blurring my vision of you, Hermione.
Days have passed and my grief is no less. I miss you Ron, because very tear, ever smile, every memory I ever recollect has something to do with you
It's been a while, and the pain of not seeing her is no less. Is this love? Because my heart hurts like hell.
It's night time Ron. The time that my screams pierce the night, caling you out, and the pain becomes worse because, when I look down at the bunk below me, I no longer see your muscular build and flaming red hair.
It's dark out. I can barely see. I pull out my Diluminator and flick it on. A ball of light flew out. "Ron…" cried a familiar voice from the ball. It started to move. I apparated on the spot, still following its light.
I heard a noise. Was it you? I look out the tent, getting my hopes up. Oh, oh. It's you! My heart soared. I missed you, Ron. I love you. It's not Harry, it's you.
_"The Diluminator said something" I told you.
"and what…..what did it say?" Hermione asked, tears streaming down her face. Tears of anger, I knew. You were angry that I left. But that anger was caused by loneliness. And loneliness is caused by love.
It was your voice Hermione, and it said my name. Just my name. Then, I knew this would take me where I needed to go.