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She knocks gently on the open door into his room. He moves his eyes from his staring point on the ceiling above his head and looks at her.

"I'm leaving," she says softly, her own eyes downcast towards the floor. She can feel his eyes on her.

"Now?" he asked, his voice not giving away any emotion.

"Yes. Now." She replies. Her heart is sinking. He isn't going to say good-bye.

"When will you be home?" he asks. He heart warms at the fact that he considers his house to be her home. It sinks again when he sees the despair in his eyes, the desperateness that's begging her not to leave.

"Soon. Maybe two months," she says slowly, wondering if she can make it that long.

"Two… two months?" he asks breathlessly, "Don't go."

"I don't want to," she whispers, sitting next to him on the bed. And then he does something that she completely didn't expect, though she understood it, because she felt like doing it herself. He started crying, silent, miserable tears pouring slowly down his cheeks. He shakes his head and wipes his eyes quickly, ashamed, and surprised, that he can't handle her leaving for eight weeks anymore.

They sat side by side for a few moments, staring straight ahead at the wall above the cot that had become Harry's bed. Then Ron took her hand in his own and intertwined their fingers.

"I'll be waiting," he said, turning his head and looked at her. She looked back at him. His face was a little more relaxed now, and she could feel herself becoming more relaxed with every passing second that his hand was attached to hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace. His arms enclosed around her waist, drawing her nearer against his body. She felt her own eyes tearing up, but blinked them away quickly. She pulled back and kissed him quickly.

He looked at her blankly, before kissing her quickly again. And their mouths met in a slightly longer kiss. It was sad and gentle and loving. It was their goodbye kiss.

"Bye," she whispered.

"I'll see you soon," he said softly, drinking in the image of her face so that it would last him however long she was gone.

"Will you write?"

"Everyday."

A/N: Short little piece I wrote in about five minutes. It's about Hermione leaving for Australia. I didn't think Ron would go with her because he couldn't leave his family after Fred.

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