A/N: Just something that has been wondering around in my head.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR HIS TENT!
The emptiness overpowered her, all the love he had given her just evaporated the instant he walked away. Did her begging mean nothing to him? Did she mean nothing to him? Had she not proves she cares, even by trying to utter those simple but impossible words.
She thought they had an understanding. They had talked through everything, been painfully honest with each other ever since his birthday. They had shared stories, admitted their fears, he would always be the first person and sometimes the only one whom she would seek comfort from, the only one who she confessed to about her plans for her parents.
She couldn't even feel the rain. The coldness of his stare would forever freeze her soul; she had never seen such a look of longing and love combined with pure loathing in his eyes before. She hadn't stopped begging, she had run after him, how could he not realise she chose him. Her mind, body and soul was entirely focused on him, she didn't even think about Harry, or how he was feeling at that point, it was like he didn't exist, it was just them. It always was.
It always was just Ron and Hermione; you could never have one without the other, they made up their own team within themselves. He brought out the worst and best in her, he could challenge her with one word. He was always the first person to stand up for her, to protect her, his presence made her feel completely safe, he the only one who could make her laugh at the most absurd times, and he allowed her to be herself.
She didn't know who she was more angry at, out of the three of them; How could Harry not realise how they needed him, how she needed him, Harry had pushed Ron's loyalty to the limit and pushed him out when there was a minute of doubt. And how could he could just leave, he had promised to be with her every step of their journey, she knew he would hate himself more than she did at that point but he left, something she never expected from him. His worlds replayed themselves in her head, how could he think she chose Harry?
She would blame herself forever more for letting him believe whatever the locket did to him, he wasn't the only one who wore it, she had a vague idea of what it was doing to him. She should have noticed sooner; their conversations had become more negative, he had doubted himself more and more and became more hostile towards Harry. But that didn't matter now, she should have noticed.
She had never felt more alone and scared. He had left, and she couldn't handle the rejection again. She had to be strong. He had left and no matter what, he wasn't coming back.