Hermione sighed. She was tired. Tired, of the constant fights and the sleepless nights. She looked again at the words on her arm. They hadn't changed. She wondered if she had been expecting them to, and laughed a small bitter laugh. The curlicued font that said Ronald Weasley in beautiful letters stared back her her from her wrist, as if mocking her. She asked herself for the hundredth time that if she couldn't even get along with her soulmate, what was the point?
She knew she was not the easiest person to be with, especially for very long, but surely Ron would have, should have, grown used to it by now?
A knock on the door broke her train of thought. She looked up to see Ron leaning against the doorframe, looking rather apologetic.
"What is it?" she asked him, hoping her voice wouldn't waver. He sighed and walked over, sitting down next to her.
"Merlin, Mione. I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things I said." He was speaking rather quietly, she noticed. She nodded her head.
"I know," she replied. "Neither did I. And I'm sorry too. But I'm also tired," she added.
"Of us?" he asked, with a pained voice. She shrugged.
"I don't know," she answered, taking his hand in hers. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
"We'll figure it out," he assured her, rubbing comforting circles on her palm with his thumb.
She glanced at her own name on his arm and smiled.
Tomorrow might bring more clouds, she told herself, but tonight, she could be content in this moment.
Notes: For the Leonardo Da Vinci Event at The Golden Snitch! Prompt: Two characters believe they are soulmates.