Disclaimer: For the last time, I DON'T OWN!

Wondering

Do they know? Do they know what it's like to be wondering?

Wait, no. Let me clarify that.

I'm talking about that nagging, burdensome feeling that's too desperate, too acute to simply be described as "wondering".

I'm dying to find out. I'm hoping so hard that she'll come back to me. I'm wishing that this whole situation hadn't even happened, and regretting that it had.

Do they know? Do they know what it's like to think you've lost a loved one?

We had great plans for the future. And, though they may have been only subconsciously planned, they were there. They were there.

We were to get married, with a huge banner that read "Ron and Hermione: Together Despite the Struggles". Harry was to be the best man, Ginny the maid of honor. The ceremony was going to be a small, private one, with only close friends and family attending.

But now, when I don't know if she's even alive, how can that wedding ever take place?

Do they know? Do they know what it's like to be searching for someone you absolutely cannot lose?

I'm standing here alone, while everyone has already jumped into action. Curses are being carelessly thrown around, hitting opponents and allies alike. I'm just an obnoxious presence in the midst of it all, a large boulder blocking a hiking trail, a slow pedestrian crossing the street.

But then, I'm running. I'm running away from it all, I'm running towards it all.

But more importantly, I'm running towards her.

I run carelessly, hastily bumping into people. I narrowly dodge a giant's huge palm swinging at me and a green jet of light.

I must find her.

I find Neville struggling to subdue Fenrir Greyback, and I know that my conscience will not let me ignore this.

I quickly sneak up behind the werewolf and cast a Stunner. He turns around, baring his teeth, but my adrenaline brings me to shoot another, strong "Stupefy" at him. He immediately topples over.

"Thanks, Ron," comes Neville's shaky voice.

But I don't have time to acknowledge him. I don't have time to talk. I don't even have time to fight any more than I have already.

I need her.

I continue frantically running, wildly swinging my head side to side, searching for her. I enter the Great Hall, a large mess of Death Eaters, Hogwarts students, Order members, and house-elves.

And I find her.

She's in the middle of an intense duel with Bellatrix, fighting alongside Ginny and Luna.

Just then, a Killing Curse comes so near Ginny that I'm afraid that I've just lost another sibling today.

But it misses by a bit, and I'm starting to feel the relief at seeing all of them alive.

Before a few more seconds pass, though, I'm thrown aside by my mother, who looks livid.

She yells at us to get out of the way, and starts to duel with Bellatrix.

I don't see the first few curses cast, because I find myself entangled in Hermione's warm, welcoming arms.

Do they know? Do they know what it's like to be reunited with someone you had thought lost?

I stare into her deep, brown eyes, and grasp her arms tightly.

I don't ever want to lose her.

Her lips slowly form into a soft smile, a welcome and an understanding of the desperation I have just been through.

She's amazing.

The moment's mesmerizing, astounding, when we just look at each other and appreciate that we're still alive, but it's broken when we realize that my mum is engaged in a fierce battle with possibly Voldemort's most merciless supporter.

When I make a slight movement to assist Mum, she shouts, "Get back! She is mine!"

So I stay back. I'm fine here, with Hermione fiercely clutching my hand.

We watch the duel anxiously, unable to help.

When my mum finally prevails, I feel the surge of happiness that I'm supposed to feel.

When Harry reveals himself, my chest feels incredibly lighter from the confirmation of him still being alive.

When Harry has his little chat with Voldemort, I'm feeling extreme anticipation. I'm almost wanting Voldemort to fire on Harry to just find out what's inevitably going to happen.

Then Voldemort is shouting something, and Harry's shouting something, and Voldemort's disarmed. And then he's gone.

And then we're all cheering. I sprint as fast as I can to congratulate Harry, to completely reassure myself that he's well and our hero.

And Hermione's by my side the whole entire time.

After the huge crowd gathers around Harry, I'm still next to her.

I'm still next to the most intelligent and beautiful girl in the entire world.

And I feel so lucky.

Do they know? Do they know what it's like to be in love?