"Oh Hermione, I'm sorry." She made some garbled choking noises and buried her face in Harry's bony shoulder. Ron had taken harry trust and Hermione's heart with him when he stormed out, but there wasn't much they could do to get them back. To get him back.
"Ron will be too if he ever shows his horrid freckled face here again."
"Well, seeing as we're leaving this campsite tonight—"
"Oh shut up." She moaned. Knowing firsthand how quick Hermione was with a curse or hex, he did. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the bad music and bits of news that occassionaly got through the static on the radio. A song that had been played at their yule ball came on, and Harry, without warning, pulled Hermione to her feet. The music was louder than before but neither of them had turned it up. He spun her in circles and she wrapped her arms around him, holding onto what she had left of the happiest time in her life with both hands. They danced around the tent with their eyes closed, both of their minds on things which to them were more important, at least in that moment, than the horcruxes. Both of them wishing they were dancing with a Weasley.