A very, very short one shot that I wrote during science class. I hope you like. :)
"Ron! That's nothing! I-I-Ron, come back!" Hermione cried out, watching the retreating figure, tears streaming down her face.
"He's gone, Hermione," Harry put his arms around her and led her back inside the tent. Hermione sat in the lone armchair. Darkness was settling in the trees and it was time for dinner, but they didn't feel like eating, especially not charred mushrooms. Harry headed out to keep watch and looked back at her huddled figure. Walking over to Ron's cot he draped the blanket over her. Hermione tugged the blanket tighter around her and breathed deeply. It smelled like him. She shuddered and didn't try to stop the flow of tears. Ron was her rock, the one thing that kept her grounded. She depended on him, she counted on him, she trusted him. Only a short time ago Ron had comforted her one late night when Harry was on watch. They had been lying in their cots, and Hermione spoke.
"I'm scared Ron," her voice was barely a whisper, thin as paper.
"I know," was all he said.
"What if one of us dies...what if we all die," Hermione choked on her own words and Ron sat up and walked over to her, keeling by the cot.
"I won't let anything happen to you!" He spoke with such intensity that Hermione jumped in surprise. "I mean, I'd rather myself die then you,"
"Ron, don't say that. Please, It'll be fine," He smiled grimly.
"I thought I was the one comforting you," Ron brushed back a stray hair in her face.
"I must look awful," Hermione stated. Her hair was flying every which way and there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek.
"Your beautiful, always have been," his voice was soft and tender, his eyes showed a look of love. "I'll never leave you Hermione, I...I...Hermione, I-"
"Your turn Ron," Harry called out as he made his way back inside. When he saw Ron and Hermione, his face colored and he pretended not to notice. Even now Hermione could muster up a smile just thinking about it, but that smile soon vanished. "I'll never leave you," well Ronald you just did!" Hermione thought angrily as another wave of tears overcame her. Her heart had been shattered into a million pieces, scattering to the winds. There was no point of going on, she would have stopped then and there if it wasn't for Harry.
Her thoughts drifted and daydreams overtook her. Everywhere she turned he was there. Sleeping in his cot, at watch duty, trying to make some sort of food with the mushrooms, and Hermione thought she could hear his voice on many occasions. She would intentionally look for food in the spot where he had vanished from, looking around, as if he was going to materialize from thin air. Harry had told her that they had to go, but she was holding him off. If they left, they lost the chance to meet again. She was holding onto a lifeline, that was about to break at any moment.
Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, a chant was filling her head. Maybe thinking his name would bring him back. She closed her eyes and leaned against a tree, one of many in the forest. If she was silent enough she could hear him, whispering, I'll never leave you, I'll never leave you, I'll never leave you.