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Lost
; Ron/Hermione, G (149 words)

Ron comforts her in their darkest hour, in that short time that somehow seems longer than any other moment they've faced Voldemort. Harry is believed to be dead and they are all lost. What chance do we have without him? they murmur. Her shoulders shake violently against his broad chest when someone speaks his name, and his clumsy fingers manage to comb through her curly, brown hair in way that feels too comfortable and familiar.

Later, when the war is over and he's standing on the battlefield, Ron hates that he feels like so much had been lost in the process that he can't enjoy the victory. Hermione explains to him that it's part of winning. "You have to lose things to win things." He doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he presses his warm palm against her cold one and laces his fingers in the empty spaces between hers.



Author's Note:
This is was written for sensations on LJ. Her prompt was 'losing'. Hope you enjoyed this little drabble. Just in case you didn't read the summary of this "story", each section is a separate drabble. I just needed a place to keep all of these without expanding my main page too much. There are a few other drabbles posted separately, but from now on, all drabbles will be posted as an update here. Reviews make my world go round, so r&r please!