[Note: this turned out horrible, but I hope you like it anyway. This is one of my favorite parts in Harry Potter and TDH, because it's so sad and stuff, you know? It would also be interesting to write about how Ron felt when he left… please tell me what you think about it, and any mistakes I made and stuff… Enjoy! 3 May]
And Then Ron Left
And then Ron left.
Hermione felt like all emotions were leaving her; she felt nothing for a slight second. And then all the emotions came back and she was crying, throwing herself at one of the love seats. She felt angry and hopeless and she loved him and hated him at the same time, and these two emotions, strong and terrible, fought with each other.
Neither won, but neither lost.
She glanced at Harry, who was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. And she didn't know.
She didn't know whether she had made the right choice by staying with him.
That was what she and Harry and – she flinched – Ron went to do in the first place. She knew that if she did leave she could never forgive herself – neither could Harry. But did she really want to look for these lost Horcruxes that could be practically anywhere in the world? Couldn't she and Ron, say, go live together? Hide? They could move to another country, maybe Australia, so she could see her parents again; and they could just get away from it all, during the day just try to live a normal life, and at night, at night maybe they could even-
A bunch of blankets hit her legs. She looked at them and realized that they were Ron's; Harry must have thrown them at her, to keep her warm, so she won't catch a cold or anything.
She sniffed and pulled them over her. She could never leave; no matter what happens, she's got to stick to Harry, help 'save the world'. Even if it means losing Ron for a little while.
She got up and crashed on her bed. Maybe after all of this was over, if she was still alive… maybe then she could settle down and start a family. Maybe with Ron. Maybe not.
She fell asleep and waked up only a few hours afterward, still night. Nightmares, with Ron in them screaming at her and then disappearing in a flesh of light, haunted her. She looked down; her pillow was wet from tears.
Hermione stood up and made herself a cup of tea in the little kitchen. She set down on one of the chairs belonging to the dining table, and she knew that Ron was really gone. Once it was morning she and Harry would have to leave, and Ron won't be able to find them again because of the protective charms.
He is gone. And he is not coming back.