Okay, this is my second story. I got my inspiration from a very good song called Here I Stand by Madina Lake, so check it out! I put some of the lyrics here to "set the mood." So ya, hope you enjoy!

Here I stand. All Alone. Tonight. And I wish I was strong enough to breathe. Without you in my life. I wish I was anyone but me.

What was she crying for? Hermione thought to herself, ashamed of her childish behavior. She lay curled up in a ball on a tattered old armchair that once belonged to a wizard named Perkins. Heavy blankets that consumed her whole body had been thrown on top of her by Harry, probably a gesture of support and kindness.

She inhaled the scent of the covers and brought them close to her body, holding on to them for dear life. The smell was familiar, a combination of sweat, dirt, and just a hint of subtle sweetness. These were no doubt the blankets that had resided on Ron's bunk just a few moments ago, before all this had happened. The blankets that shielded Ron, the blankets he had slept beneath, just a couple of hours ago. But now that seemed like a lifetime ago.

He was gone.

Truly, genuinely, completely gone.

So I'll start to pretend i'm ok. But you should know by now that my life is smoke and mirrors. The one thing is crystal clear. That i'm the one wishing I was someone else. Anyone but me tonight.

Would she ever see him again? Hermione shook the idea from her mind as a fresh layer of tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Of course she would. She loved him, and she was positive he felt the same way.

Yet here she was, all alone.

All the memories of the times they had spent together came rushing to her head. They had been through everything together, good or bad. She had told him things she hadn't even told Harry! How could he leave them like this? She had begged and pleaded, calling out into the dark rainy night for him to come back. What a complete fool she had made out of herself, she thought, sighing inwardly.

Well one thing was sure, Hermione thought, an uncharacteristic malicious grin spreading across her face. She was not going to forgive him easily. He would have to beg and plead, just as she had. Her face fell, realizing that this could only happen if he came back at all. And now the tears were back, washing away all traces of malice from her mind.

Inside I start to fall apart. And i'll pretend I'm holding on. So I guess I'll bleed in silence. I guess I'll bleed in silence.

She wished she were stronger, like Harry. She wanted to be anybody else, anyone but her. How was it that she could barely breathe without him? Surely she didn't depend on him that much. Nevertheless, she couldn't muster up enough courage to make herself get up from that armchair. So she laid there for hours, underneath the covers that were the closest thing to Ron, and cried herself to sleep.

All alone.

Here I stand. All alone. Tonight. And I wish I was strong enough to breathe. Without you in my life. I wish I was anyone but me.

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