I miss him, not home, not Hogwarts, not The Burrow but Him.

I've seen him a couple of times throughout the hunt and I know he can smell me, but its just not the same.

I need to kiss him, I need him to tell me everythings going to be okay, to tell me that when this war is over we can be together.

I saw him, a couple of days ago, he was snatching in the area. He was so close, he just on the other side of my protections. He was sniffing the air, I know he could smell my mother's perfume. He knew where I was.

He says, he's a part of the snatchers, is so that he doesn't have to become a death eater. Which is worse, he once asked me. A Death Eater or A Snatcher.

Sometimes I don't believe him, I think that he just enjoys the thrill, the fun of the chase and that becoming a snatcher gives him that opportunity.

I love him, and I can't live without him, but sometimes he is one the cruelest men I have even known.

I cry for him at night, Harry thinks its because Ron left, but we are better without Ron. Im crying because I can't be near him, be held by him. I cry because I can sometimes see him, but not touch him. Harry's tried to comfort me, when I cry at night but nothing's good enough. I read, I cook, I clean and I got to bed and cry. Thats it.

Ron came back, him and Harry destroyed the necklace. He expects me to open him back with open arms, telling him how much I missed him, but I didn't and Harry gave me strange look.

Ron still thinks, that we can be together after the war but I don't want him. He expects me to marry him out of Hogwarts, get a job at the Ministry, and produce babies every once in a while. I am not his mother, I am not a housewife and he just doesn't get that.

If I survive this war, Im going to go travel around the world with him. He says, he could use some time away from England and that is what we plan to do for a year. Just me and him, in places where no-one knows who we are.

Its Valentines Day today, and Ron is bossing me about. As usual. He's got some idea that on Valentines Day the woman makes a feast for the man or men in this case, but I cannot simply be bothered. Next, he's going to demand a kiss. No thanks.

Its been a tiring day, and we only found out that it was Valentines Day was by listening to Fred and Lee on Potterwatch. Its quite sad, that we don't know the date. I just want to with him, curled up in front of the fire, reading a book, curled up together.

I wonder if he remembered. Probably not, he would most likely be caught up in snatching.

Its my time to keep watch, and Im sitting just by the border of the protections, waiting for something, remotely interesting.

I start reading my book: Pride and Prejudice, he always says it too typical for an epic romance, that they end up together. What's romance, without a little a bit of danger.

An hour later, I look up from my book. to find a single white rose, at the border. He's found me.

I walk closer, and put a single hand through to grab the rose. Once I've collected it, I return to my seat. Its beautiful, simple but totally him. I put an everlasting charm on it, and put it on the ground.

Its elegant. In his own way, he's made me a promise, a promise of forever.