You could feel the aching loneliness spread through your chest as you entered the home you shared with Hermione. She was probably working late again today. Either that or she had become engrossed with some tomb or the other as she usually was.
You find yourself smiling fondly as you think of Hermione pouring over some yellowed tomb filled with information everyone else would find incredibly boring. Her frizzy hair would be falling out of the ponytail she used to control it with, and frame her face messily as she repeatedly tucks it behind her ear. You had watched her several times when she had brought such tombs home.
That didn't stop the feeling that came with Hermione's constant absence. It was almost as if you were second to the books she always held so dear.
You wonder momentarily if Hermione would remember to come home today, before shaking your head. It would be useless guessing, anything could have happened to distract her but she usually returned. You could only hope today was one of those days.
You hated it when Hermione was absent. Your home was too large, too empty without her.
Even if she was always nagging you about things you were probably never going to change.
AN: Ron/Hermione