A/N: Well, here I am again. I know, I know, it has been a long time. But I've been kinda sick, with the disease some people in this website appear to suffer of as well. Aaaaand, I am trying something new. HarryHermione – I was quite curious to see why so many people supported this ship. Now I find them adorably adorable. Eheh.

Read, Review and Enjoy, people

P.S. I know there will be some inconsistencies in the story, if you take the book into matters. The thing is, I cannot write very long stories, but I am trying this time. And the details concerning the battle and the Horcruxes just would not fit in my story. So, in this story, : Harry knows Remus' location. (It will be crucial).

So please, guys, bear with me : )

Disclaimer: Nope, as much as I tend to think so, deep down I know none of this is mine.

And Ron disappeared with a pop.

Hermione's fragile shaking figure was nothing more than a shadow in the middle of the woods. Her sobs were the only thing keeping Harry from drifting away to a far away dreamland where all would be better, her soulless eyes haunting every thought that dared to cross his mind. He wanted to reach for her hand, tell her this was merely a bad dream, lullaby her to sleep and go to sleep himself, hoping to wake up in a new world. But he could not. He knew she loved him. He knew she loved Ron. Nothing he could say would ever triumph over her grief. She loved Ron.

"Hermione?" Harry's hesitant murmur had no effect upon the crushed girl. He baby stepped towards her. "Come inside, Mione, please. It's cold." He raised his voice so it would somehow disguise her desperate sobs.

"H- he," She stuttered, "he's g- gone." She whispered incredulously, her eyes wide with tears fixed on the Apparating spot.

Harry brought his hand to her hair, gently caressing it.

"He r- really is g- gone." She choked on her words.

"I am sorry." He tried. It was lame, but all he could muster while seeing her that broken.

Hermione did not appear to have heard him. "He is never c- coming back, is h- he? He's g- gone for g- good."

"Don't say that. He will. I know it."

Her eyes met his for the first time, and Harry immediately regretted having said so. A last shred of hope was visible, and he wanted everything but to give her false hopes.

"Come here." He pulled her head to his chest and hugged her, swinging both their bodies rhythmically. He felt her shiver between sobs. "Let's go inside."

A faint complain left her mouth, but he dismissed it, gently motioning her in the tent's direction.

"Incendio." He lit a candle, and the small division's details were suddenly measurable. She still had no intentions of walking on her own, thus Harry pushed her onto the improvised bed. She laid her head on the pillow and the sobbing stopped. "Sleep. Tomorrow we'll figure things out, okay?" He said with as much encouragement as he could, slowly standing up from the bed in the process.

She grabbed him by the elbow.

"Don't…" He was vaguely relieved her voice was a weak whisper. Whispers did not have a mind of their own. They did not get to show despair. "Don't go. Stay with me."

Surprised, Harry let himself do as she begged him.

"Don't abandon me."

He felt his throat closing up. There were no words he could say – he was physically unable. The weight of everything that had happened was suddenly on his shoulders, and he felt the embarrassing urge to cry. His friend – his brother – had just left them at the Death Eaters' mercy, without looking back even once. And the reason behind such a childish act…Harry could not even begin to apprehend it. Jealousy. He smirked inwardly. Dumbledore thought Love to be the weapon that would get Voldemort killed. But what if it messed Harry's life up first so badly he would eventually fall along with it?

He glanced at the girl pretending to sleep. She had always been by his side; always put his needs before hers; always reminded him of why he should keep fighting. He would not fail her this time. It was painfully obvious it had been his fault Ron had left. He was going to fix her, even if he had to put her needs before the entire magical community's and postpone the final fight for a few days only.

"We're going to Remus' tomorrow." He confided her. Leaning against the wall, he heard the almost imperceptible sigh of contentment. He had known for a long time how tired, scared she was, but had never found the pretext to stop for a minute.

Her features were facing the wall. Harry sat by her the whole night.