"Ron," I whispered, just in case he was still asleep.
"Yeah," he whispered quietly back, though there was no one in the entire house except for us.
"Ron, I miss them," I say, swallowing the lump that has formed in my throat. "So much."
"Hermione, I miss them too," he says gently, stroking my hair.
I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling. Even so, I can't help the wave of pain that washes over me. Rose, Hugo, gone. She wouldn't really see them until they were 18 and graduated from Hogwarts.
"Oh, why did we have to send them?" I cried, letting a few tears escape. "Muggles don't send their children off to some fancy boarding school for seven years! Not unless they're extremely rich. I don't know how my parents did it. We'll never know our children, not really, because most of the time they'll be at school! I won't get to see my daughter when she falls in love for the first time, or my son going through the changed from boy to adult. Oh, Ron."
A new wave of tears came over me. I had never felt so alone in my entire life.
"Hermione, I'm here," Ron said gently, as if reading my thoughts.
"No Ron, you're not," I say, steadily crying. At this point, I'm turned away from him, staring at the floor from my spot on the bed. "Why did you and Harry have to become Aurors? Why couldn't I be one too? That way we could all be together again, just like when we were children, off doing mischief."
"Hermione, I'm here right now," Ron grumbles.
"But you're leaving tomorrow!" I practically shout. "All my life, I've been with you and Harry, and when you two were gone I always had Rose and Hugo, but now, I have no one! I'm going to die all alone."
"Hermione, you're not going to be alone when you die," Ron laughs. "Don't you know that I'll be here? Well, if I'm not dead already. But if I am, the kids will be with you."
"I'll miss you," I sigh, finally getting to the point of my whole rampage. "So much."
"You don't think I'll miss you more?" he challenged. "Hermione, all my life, I've always thought about you. Always. Nothing is going to change from here to tomorrow. You'll always be the most important thing in my life. I'll always come back to you."
"Always?" I whisper, trying to block the sound of rain hitting a tent from my mind.
"Always," he confirmed. He must have thinking the same thing as me, because he added softly, almost to himself, "I came back. I'll always come back to you."
I smiled to myself, and let myself drift to sleep, all the while with Ron's had stroking my bushy hair.
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