The Void
Author's Note: This oneshot is set during the Deathly Hallows. Ron decides to leave Hermione and Harry. This is my take on how Hermione felt during the whole thing. Hr/R.
It dizzied my mind, the thought of living without him. He was the most beautiful human being I have ever met. He was the only one that made any sense while making none. The only one that made my stomach fill with energetic butterflies. The only one that starts and ends any argument with a grin, frustrating me to no end. The one only that can take my breath away with a single blink of an eye. That is why in the midst of war, all I could think about was the irreversible void that would be my heart if Ron were to die. He was watching my every movement, his hand gripping the flap of the tent firmly. I looked back at Harry, who doubted he could trust anyone. He has loved and lost too many in his lifetime. In this vital time, he needed both of us. Averting my eyes back to Ron, I could tell I let my eyes linger on Harry too long. It just affirmed all that he had thought was true. Ron thrust open the tent and left. I called after him, my throat on fire as I did. He didn't stop. I begged, tears streamed my dirt covered cheeks, he twisted to see me. He accused me of loving Harry. I went to say I didn't, but my throat wouldn't voice it. Not a sound left my lips. Angry tears burned in his eyes. I silently pleaded, but within the next moment, he was gone.
Staring out at the silent water, I waited. Tears continued without relent, down my tear streaked face. He is coming back, I know it. Waved clapped against the shore, but I couldn't move. The sun moved closer to the horizon, the wind cooling as it did. Finally the sun dipped beneath the horizon and I was in dark in more than one way. Shivering violently, I suddenly felt a warmth envelop me. Fluttering in my chest, my heart was washed in relief that Ron had returned. Turning to look at him, it was just Harry. He gave me a half hearted smile, I moved away from his touch. I didn't want to be touched at all. I didn't want to feel anything. The tent echoed my loneliness as I entered. It was too empty. Crossing towards my bed, I saw Ron's discarded jumper. Pressing it to my face, I breathed in the familiarity. I pushed my cold arms through the jumper, it warmed me almost immediately. I crawled onto my cot and tried to sleep. Not that the void would let me.
