Ron stood in the room silently and gazed at the brunette girl by the window. Hermione's face was cover with a gentle sorrow, the kind of suffering a person could acquire through the years. The twilight was gracing her face, melting the purple and orange colors with her skin. Hermione looked long and intently to the horizon, watching the sunset as if it was the only thing in the world. A soft wind got in and slightly touched her long dark-brown curls. The picture seemed blurry to him and he noticed a lonely tear running down his right cheek⦠She was beautiful.
"Hermione," he said after wiping away the tear "you don't have to do this alone." He hesitated, "let me help you. Please, accept me."
Hermione turned around and smiled kindly, not to him but to the old-fashioned and dark chamber. Then she fixed her eyes on Ron's. "Thank you, Ronald" she paused for a moment, returned briefly her sight to the garden and faced her ex-boyfriend again "but I can't leave this place. One day he'll come back and I want to be here when that happens."
Ron suddenly got furious, and as we all know very well, angry people are not always wise*.
"Damn, Hermione!" he shouted "How many months have passed? He's gone, don't you get it? He went away looking for Merlin knows what and left you here, alone and pregnant, with an old house and a bunch of narrow-minded, nasty and wrinkled house elves." Ron was letting his temper to get the worst of him, and with a lot of discomposure he added "Maybe he's already dead. I hope he is."
Hermione glared at him, any trace of gentleness gone. "Get out of my house, Ronald Weasly. You are no longer my friend nor are welcomed to my house. How dare you to speak about Harry, your best friend and my husband is such a way. I thought I knew you better."
She turned her back and breathed deeply, holding back the tears. Her countenance became aggressive and harsh. Ron looked bewildered and seemed to want to say something else but didn't know how to without messing up the situation even more. He clenched his teeth and stormed out the room, slamming the door on his way out.
Stars started to shine in the zenith like small lightning on the dark sky. She remembered her dearest love and cried bitterly.
