Ron stomped around his bedroom getting dressed. He hadn't slept well in over a week, ever since they fought and she left. For the first few days he had honestly believed that he was better off without her, but then he had started to miss her. Little things at first - the way she pushed her hair behind her ear when it fell into her face, the sound of her footsteps on the stairs. It only got worse after that. The memory of her smile haunted him and his arms ached to hold her.
The problem was that Hermione was smart. Crazy, insanely smart. If she didn't want to be found, then she wouldn't be. She had perfected cloaking while they were traipsing around the countryside looking for horcruxes and it seemed like she wasn't shy about using those skills to hide from him now.
Something was different this morning, though. He could feel it. Grabbing his wand from the nightstand, Ron stalked to his window.
"Locare," he grumbled with a sharp flick of his wand. The spell hadn't been working all week, so he was surprised when the air shimmered and an arrow pointed north. So surprised that he almost fell over in shock.
Ron whirled around and stormed out of the room and down the winding staircase of the Barrow. He startled his mother as he burst into the kitchen where she was preparing breakfast.
"Where is she?" he demanded.
Molly sighed. Every day for almost two weeks he had asked this question and every day she had answered, but Hermione had cast a spell so that Ron always heard something else. Even writing it had not gotten around the young witch's magic.
"She has been staying with Harry at Grimmauld Place," she said resignedly.
Ron looked stunned. And then he apparated away without a word. Molly sighed again. She knew that he would only find Hermione when she was good and ready to be found. She hoped that would be soon.