By the Old Oak Tree
He looked into her eyes expectantly. This wasn't supposed to take all the tie it was. She should have made her decision leap into his arms, and live happily ever after. What was wrong?
"Ron, I'm sorry" She finally managed to say. She would have said more, however, he had already began interrupting.
"But Hermione, we're meant to be together!"
All Hermione could do was shake her head. Her face was downcast, not trusting herself to look for his reaction. She really hadn't thought his emotions would be this strong. Sure, Hermione knew that at one point, she had liked Ron. She was sure she loved the friendship they had. What Hermione didn't know was that in his eyes, their relationship had grown.
"I'm sorry that you've felt that way," she began, still not looking at the other "but that has never been an option. Ron, I feel bad enough, please don't make it worse."
It was Hermione's turn to look up expectantly at Ron. If he really valued the friendship they had, he should have been able to put all aside and help her, supporting her decisions. This seemed more of a test to Ron, and if anything made hi madder than rejection, it would probably be tests.
"What is this, huh Hermione? Do you like someone else? It's that, isn't it? You just want me to forget everything we had to make you a little less guilty? How do you think I feel?"
Hermione took her eyes from his murderous gaze. His words stung her, giving her more guilt that the already overflowing amount she contained. It really wasn't her fault he thought more of their relationship than there was.
She was turning away from Ron. Hermione had gotten him out of her system. There was nothing left of the two of them, and his words proved it. Fortunate for her, Ron's words had some truth to them. she did have someone else. Hermione walked out of the castle, and she knew what she had. She had the sun, even though it did not show. At the moment, Hermione had the stars and the full moon in the skies. She thought to herself of the werewolfs, wondering what was their cup of tea for the evening.
There was one place, however, that Hermione could hide to control the tears threatening to escape her eyes. A place on the grasses, an old tree at the edge of the forest. She ran towards her favorite spot, wanting nothing more than to forget the events previously unfolded. As her distance became shorter, Hermione hadn't seemed surprised to find another lying under the aged tree.
"Hey" she said, wordlessly motioning for him to make room under what –if there would have been daylight – would be a shady spot. Without looking at the girl, he moved to give her room, and she sat next to him, leaning her head onto his left shoulder.
"What are you thinking?" She asked him, looking up at the moon.
He didn't say anything, just lower his head so it rested on hers. He knew that she had asked him a question. It was just that he felt too content to ruin the moment.
She looked at him, which was still as great of a sight to look at as the moon. Thinking to herself, Hermione she could probably spend the rest of her life gazing up at him, wrapped in his arms. It was better than anything, and she knew she would rather continue than argue with Ron any day.
"Yeah," she said "This is a nice night."