This is written for amazing Schermionie who gave me as a the prompt: 'He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven' by W.B. Yeats.

It's not beta-read, so all the mistakes are mine. Warnings: sappiness and OOC Hermione. But I hope you'll like it anyway.

All the thoughts are welcome in reviews :)

They kissed once, it was a week ago. They hugged a lot, it's been like that the whole week. They cried even more, it'll be like that for a long time.

Hermione had always knew how to help, what to do in every situation. Only now, she doesn't know. She feels useless, she's still here only because they don't see her. She's not a nuisance, but she's not helping either. She's just helping herself with his presence.

She wishes she could help, do something. For him. She barely recognizes the boy, the moaner, the fighter, the man. She wants to relieve him from his pain. She wants to assure him a bright future and hope and happiness. Except she doesn't know how. She has nothing to offer.

For support, he has his family. For friendship, he has Harry.

She stayed the days after the battle for the funerals and to mourn their dead, but now she knows she has to go and get back to her parents. They all have lost so much more than her, it feels awful. She has no right to stay here, she needs to go.

She announces it in the afternoon, it's only Ginny, Harry, Charlie and him.

"I'm leaving," she says. She expects nods and good luck biddings. She doesn't want to look at them. But she hears, "where?"

It's a plead accompanied by the scraping of a chair. Hermione looks up to see Ron on his feet, watching her. The others leave the room and she answers, "I need to get back my parents from Australia."

Her voice isn't raspy nor emotional. She had wished though. She wanted to make him understand how much it pains her to leave his side, even if she is nothing for him. But her voice is steady and she's able to look at him in the eyes.

"But you're coming back?" While he talks, he reaches her. He only need two steps to fill the gap between them, she notices.

She nods because, of course, she will come back.

"For all of us," he adds. "You need to come back."

Maybe her voice left her because she can't add the 'for you' she has meant to. Instead, she extends her hand toward him. She's surprised when he takes it back and pull her toward him. They have comforted each other several times, but this time it isn't him crying, or both of them. It's only Hermione crying on his shoulder.

Maybe Ron doesn't need her, but she needs him. She doesn't understand how, but she knows why.

The embrace ends too soon, Hermione looks up at him. He's searching for something in his pocket.

She recognizes the deluminator Dumbledore gave him.

"Here," he says giving her the deluminator. "Don't you dare don't come back."

Hermione smiles at his foolish gesture because she is sure to come back, but she takes the deluminator anyway.

"I would come with you, but I don't think mum would be much happy. I can't leave them. Not now," he adds, misinterpreting her silence.

His words warm her, her smile grows wider when it shouldn't. His face his grave and she stays silent.

"Say something," he urges her.

She doesn't know what to say, how to formulate what she has in her head. His words, his everything make her feel safe and not only because the end of the war.

"Thank you," she says at last. It's not enough, she knows it, so for the second time in her life, she reaches for his lips. Actions are louder than words.

And when his lips echo hers carefully, she only wishes he'll treat her as softly. Because she's giving him her heart, her dreams and hope. She's not sure to be able to live without them. Without him.