A:N/ I write a lot for Harry Potter but I've never actually had him play a major role, so this was slightly out of my comfort zone. That being said, not sure where I was really going with this, so I guess we'll just call it a drabble. As always, thanks for reading~
He was…peculiar. That was the only word she could seem to come up with. He was always biting his pens. It annoyed her. "Harry for god sakes please stop. It's so gross." He looked up from the book. "Stop what?" Completely clueless. Like always. She smacked the pen out of his hand and let it tumble across the table. "Take the damn pen out of your mouth." "Well shit Hermione you could've said that a bit nicer." He snapped, reaching across the table to retrieve his pen. "It's like you do it on purpose." She rolled her eyes. "I don't. Swear I don't. You're just the only one who notices." "Because it's disgusting." He chuckled. "It's not. Don't be a baby." "I bet that's not even your pen." She stated. He hesitated. "Well…it's mine now so it doesn't matter." "You're impossible." She said, picking up her books. "Leaving already?" "Yes, I'd like to rest before tomorrow," she snapped, "And you should too. You push yourself too hard." She said a bit more softly. "Well I have to Hermione I'm the bloody chosen one." She sighed and rolled her eyes again. "You're just Harry." She headed for the door.
He leaned back in his chair, balancing on the hind legs. "As in Harry, the chosen one!" He's lucky they were in the library so she couldn't yell back. He was so full of it back then…Tragedy had a way of…humbling people.
Things weren't well now. There were some things even magic couldn't fix. The doorbell rang. She nearly spilled the tea. "Hey." They greeted each other with sad smiles. He hugged her tightly. "How are you?" "Been better." She looked at the ground. "And the kids?" She rubbed her neck. "They're holding up." She took a deep breath. "They're being real troopers. I don't quite think it's hit them yet." "And they're with Molly now?" she nodded. She crossed her arms. Another deep breath. She looked at him. They both must have looked so old just then. He was no longer the boy who bit pens. And she was no longer the girl who cared.
"I feel terrible just dumping them on her. And I miss them so much, it's lonely and the house is so empty but I just keep crying but I don't want them to see me so broken and I don't know if having them away is making it worse or-" "Heyheyhey shhhh now." He hugged her tighter than before. "It'll be alright. Come on sit down," he led her to the couch. "You always have me." He smiled at her. The tears began to fall from her face. She couldn't help it. "I know. I'm sorry." She shook her head. "He's just…gone." Her voice quavered and the tears began to flood her face.
She couldn't help the sobs that escaped her. Ron was dead. And there was nothing she or anybody could do. He'd never walk his daughters down the aisle. Or be the menacing father when they brought home their first boyfriend. Who would shake wake up to every morning? No one. She couldn't take it.
Harry let her cry it out. It had been a shock to all of them. And he wasn't too sure he had fully grasped it either. Ron really was gone. Ron. His best friend. And now Hermione was falling apart in his arms. What could he do? What could any of them do? "Listen, it's not healthy you staying in this house alone." She sniffled, trying to regain her composure. "What else am I supposed to do Harry?" she shrugged as though she had lost all hope. "Why don't you and the kids come stay with me?" he suggested. "Oh, no no we couldn't impose-" "I insist. Ginny and I could use some company too." He smiled that sad smile again. She sighed. "Thank you, Harry."