ok so this is my first attempt at writing so please be kind, I might (i'm sure) have grammar flaws but English is not my first language so i'm sorry for that. Anyway hope you like it! :)
All characters belong to JKR obviously;P
Harry was leaning against his bed turning the lights on and off with his wand for what felt like forever. Time had gone very slowly since he last checked the hour. He tried to occupy himself by arranging the tent. He did some cleaning and organized Hermione's bag and books. The place was as neat as it could be considering their current situation. As the light tingled in his eyes, he decided he had nothing else to do, so he stood up and went outside.
Hermione was sitting by the fire. She hadn't said a word to him since Ron left. And he understood that. He couldn't ask more from her. She had decided to stay with him, perhaps not because she wanted, but because it was the right thing to do. But he understood that too. He stood there, watching her. The night was cold and her body was shaking a bit. He knew that he had to go with her but he couldn't. It was painfully enough to know that Ron was not coming back to acknowledge Hermione would´ve left with Ron if it wasn't for the Horrocruxes. As he stood there he realized that Hermione was not cold. She was crying. And that made him so sad he just couldn't let her there. He walked to her not knowing what to do, so he sat in the cold ground next to her. Hermione didn't move. The wind blew and he felt the chills, and like if the wind had whispered the words, in those odd ways where words just fit in your mouth, he said, more to the air than anything else:
-you know, he left me Hermione, me
The words came out of his mouth, and he couldn't help but notice how much they hurt. Ron was gone, gone forever. He had left just how many others had done so before. His parents, whom he knew were not gone because they had wanted to, but because they had loved him. Just like Sirius did, the only family that he would ever have. And then Dumbledore and so did the many questions that died with him. But he had accepted that, perhaps knowing that if he had to, he would somehow have died for someone else too. But Ron's departure was the one that hurt him the most, not because he didn't love the others, but because Ron had decided to leave.
He was there thinking to himself, absorbed in his thoughts so much that he didn't notice when Hermione leaned to his side and started crying. Somehow he had managed to close his arms around her.
Harry couldn't tell if Hermione was asleep, but he didn't want to wake her, so he stayed like that, sitting on the ground holding her, the cold night gazing at them, and for a second, even though he knew she would have rather be with Ron, he forgot that he was alone.
