Disclaimer: Regretfully, none of these characters belong to me…they belong to the absolute genius that is J.K. Rowling!
This is just some random drabble I came up with…it doesn't have a point really…but still, read and review!
Hermione was sitting in a corner of the common room, leaning over a desk which was cluttered with all her books. Her long, wavy hair fell over her face, leaving only her chocolate brown eyes visible to Ron, who was sitting at the opposite corner of the Common Room, watching her.
With a heavy sigh, Hermione carefully closed her over her books and pushed back her chair, making her way towards the rapidly dying fire. She knelt in front of it and stretched out her hands, desperately seeking heat from the fading flames.
Ron silently stood up, took of his cloak and hurried towards her, setting his cloak on her shoulders and kneeling down beside her. He saw tears in her eyes and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. When he pulled back, he took her face in his hands, wiped away her tears with his thumbs and she gazed at him.
"Where do you think he is?" she whispered hoarsely.
Ron sighed. "I honestly don't have a clue," he replied.
Her sad eyes looked back at the glowing embers and Ron put his hand to her cheek again, forcing her to look at him.
"Hey," he said softly. "He'll be fine! If something bad had happened, we'd know, okay?"
Hermione nodded slowly, looking slightly reassured.
"Come on Hermione, I think you should go to bed. You look shattered!" Hermione nodded again and she allowed herself to be helped to her feet by Ron. When he let go of her he hesitated. "Hermione?"
"Mm?" she replied sleepily.
"Come to my dormitory – the other boys won't mind. You can sleep in Harry's bed. I can't bear the thought of you all alone in your dormitory …"
There was silence for a few moments while Hermione contemplated this idea, then she smiled at Ron.
"Thanks Ron. I'd really appreciate that."
He grinned back and reached out his hand, which she took, and led her up to the boys' dormitory.