"'Mionie!" he called, his voice echoing through the tangled darkness,

"Hermionie!" he called again, pulling himself up out of the dark moss and picking the strands of thorn from his muddy robe.

His eyes trailed around the nearby scenery, hoping to catch a glimpse of her lithe face or a flash of her bushy, brown hair.

She did not, however, make an appearance; and so the ginger boy trundled from the scene, an upset of dirt and twigs left in his wake.

"Mionie... Mionie..." he muttered as he walked, though with less meaning, for he had been doing this for hours before he fell and ended up tangled in dark moss.

Before long of his meaningless wandering, he came across the small warm light of his cosy house, their illumination acting as a magnet to his tired figure.

When he reached their old creaky back door, he pushed it open letting light flood into their small garden, the few gnomes squatting there scattering into the shadows.

"Hermionieeee" he called into the house.

"R-Ron!" a faltering voice said through a dark mahogany door. Ron ran over to it and quickly pushed it open, revealing a sobbing Hermionie sitting on the floor, her hair askew, her eyes red and tissues sprawled all over the floor. Ron whipped out his wand and, in one swift movement, all the debris vanished.

"Hermionie," Ron said softly, plopping down next to her, "What's happened?"

"I-I'm sorry-." she said before breaking down in tears again. Ron carefully patted her back until she calmed down a bit.

"Mionie, why were you in the woods? Me or Harry are always in the house..."

"I'm a nuisance,"

"No, you're not." he looked her full in the face, choosing his words carefully, he said, "What happened, Hermionie? You know you can tell me anything."

Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"He left me, Ron, last night, he..." she tried to continue but Ron didn't need to hear anymore. He had already enveloped her in a big bear hug, stroking down her hair and muttering to himself.

"I'll kill 'im... Never liked him... Trust Mclaggen...pfft" and then rather suddenly he looked down at Hermionie, "Don't worry about it, Mionie. It's his loss, and you'll always have us." he gave her an encouraging smile.

"How will I cope? What will become of me?"

"Hermionie," Ron started, "The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's a world or a relationship, everything has its time. And everything ends." he hugged her again, wondering if he should tell her how he truly feels about her.

Hermionie, however, was thinking about what Ron had said. "Well its half-true, "she thought "But I guess Cormac wasn't 'the one'. As Sirius said, 'The ones that love us never truly leave us' so maybe he wasn't talking just about people who die? Maybe he meant that the only people who truly do love us, love us forever, unconditionally. For always." She slowly looked up into Ron's face and he looked into hers, his long arms started to unravel from his waist but Hermionie stopped him.

"Don't let go." she murmured, still lost in his eyes.

"Never." he answered softly, and suddenly there was no gap between them.

Disclaimer: No, sorry, I'm not JK Rowling and do not have any rights to Harry Potter or the magical world.

A/N: Written for Luck O' The Irish Seamione's Dr Who Quote Competition on HPFC (if you can spot it tell me in a review!) Thank you for reading and please review! It takes just a second and makes my day :3