Hermione Granger sat by the magical blue fire, made to heat up a room but not anyones skin. She sat mesemerized by the flame and trapped in her own thoughts. No thoughts of potion ingredients,transfiguration incantations or even runes to protect the tent she was currently residing in with one Harry Potter.
Their other companion, Ron Weasley was gone. Without a word, at least not a word of comfort or reassurance that he will be safe and back soon. Gone with a word of anger.
Her vision blurred and the fire became nothing but a sea of blue in the darkness. She sighed softly and brushed the tears that had escaped her brown eyes. She sat and waited.
What am I waiting for? she thought For Ron to see sense and come back? He's so irrational!
Her mind wondered back to the numerous times when he would lash out at Harry and her, it made no sense. They loved each other so much, how can he do this to her?!
Us. she thought suddenly To Harry and I. Not just me.
But it felt so much more personal. It felt like he left her to die. It felt like he didn't care enough to stay and help them search for the Horcruxes.Tears ran down her face, unchecked. She lacked the energy to brush them away.
The wind howled and rain began to pour down on the small tent.The weather seemed to want to match her mood tonight.
The flap of the tent went up.
Hermione quickly dried her eyes and looked hopefully up at the opening. In stepped a boy with wild black hair and compassionate green eyes.She tried so hard to not let the disappointment shine in her eyes. But Harry caught it anyways and gave her a sad smile.
"Sorry." he said.
She shook her head.
He'll see reason soon enough.He'll come home.
-a few years later-
Hermione Granger let a moment of silence wash onto her, surrounded by boisterous celebrating witches and wizards, all screaming in joy for Voldemorts death. The ball was beautiful, just like it was every year. The people were rejoicing, just like it was every year. Somehow, she didn't feel the joy like she did int he past years.
She felt melancholy, as if the deaths of the people she knew, the people she befriended just hit her. A pair of lips kissed her cheek wetly and she turned to meet a pair of bright blue eyes, glazed over in happiness and a bit of drunkness.
"Hey Mione! Lets go find Harry!" Ronald Weasley yelled in her ear. She managed to only wince just a bit before being led around by her hand.
She smiled brightly at her husband. If the war left her saddened and dead inside, at least she had Ron, who seemed like a bright light in the days where she thought it was too dark to see past.
He'll always come home.