It's just unbelievable. I'm tired and hungry, but I can't eat or sleep. I want to go up to my dormitory and rest, but I can't really move. I want to grieve about all the dead, but I can't even cry. I just can't believe Harry's done it. He's killed the dark lord. Voldemort is gone. We are free to live our lives without fear.
I find the energy to stand up and walk the length of the great hall, everyone is celebrating, others weeping. I give people smiles as I try to go unnoticed in the dense forest of people. I proceed down the hallway, up the stairs, now coated with rubble and blood. The journey is so natural to me I know it like the back of my hand. I walk to the common room door, and into the common room. And simply sit. It's wonderful to be here, out of the way, so I can simply think. I think about the dead, and the battle, and then a thought comes to my head, the future.
And I know something about the future, my future and that is one word, Ron.
I have completely lost track of him. I don't know where he is and I start to panic. Where is he? Grieving with his family? I should be there for him. I feel guilty. I still manage to regain my control though.
It must have been a good half hour, then I hear the door creak open. My whole body becomes drowsy with joy, it's Ron. The long red hair, the long, gangly figure, everything I know and love. Love so much. Love with all my heart. It's only now I properly realise just how much I love him. How much I need him, and how I can't survive without him. Those blue eyes, I just want to look into them forever. I sigh to myself as he walks over to the sofa. He puts his arm around me and whispers in my ear "I love you, Hermione". It's all I needed to hear.