A/N: I know it's been a while since the last time that I updated, but once the exams are finished I will shower yo with all the updates, so just hang in there please. Anyway, please enjoy and review. Thank you for reading. This is the last chapter of this story. I've decided to post the rest of the would be chapters as oneshots. This chapter takes place during chapter 28(camping) of The Bookworm and The King

It was just past midnight. Hermione was tightly cuddle up against Ron's chest on the bunk. The wind whistled around the corners of the tent. Hermione lied awake, she couldn't sleep.

She didn't know why the news about Ginny's pregnancy bothered her so much. She guessed that it had something to do with the reality of her infertility only fully hitting her now. She shifted onto her back. Ron's hand went from being draped across her waist to resting on her tummy. Her flat tummy. Her tummy would always be flat, thanks to Bellatrix.

She moved her left hand and ran her fingers over her scar. If she pressed down on it, she could feel the course that the curse took through her body. She felt the dull ache slicing down from the scar, through her uterus, and down to her vagina. This was the reason why she could never have children, the reason why it was painful to have sex, although the pain had gotten a lot better.

She looked around, trying to distract herself. Her eyes landed on Ron and found that his shining blue eyes were staring back at her. "Can't sleep?" he asked. She shook her head. "Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked, sitting up. She nodded. "Not here" she whispered.

Ron slipped off the bunk and removed something from his bag. It was one of her snow globes. "I brought it just in case" he said.

In the light of the moon, Hermione could see that it was the snow globe with the fairy forest. It had tall trees and mushrooms, and it looked like the dream world where fairies and elves lived. "Will this do?" Ron asked.

"It's perfect" she answered. He shook the snow globe and placed it in the knot of a tree so that it wouldn't be noticed, then took her small hand in his.

Ron had to look up to see if the spell worked. He saw the water surrounding him, and snow flakes were slowly drifting down past his face. Hermione's face lit up; the forest was breath-taking. A little stream with crystal clear water ran past them. Little lights shone like fairies from the leaves. The forest looked a little like Lothlorien, Ron thought. He remembered it from the time Hermione had forced him to watch Lord of the Rings with her.

Everything was so beautiful and serene. They felt the soft grass and snowflakes under their feet as they walked, and the smooth, wet pebbles when the crossed the stream. They sat down on giant mushrooms. The mushrooms were the perfect for housing small mythical creatures, but much to Hermione's disappointment, there weren't any living inside.

All the shades of the green, blue, brown, silver and purple colour spectrum featured in the forest. Glowing butterflies floated past them as a wave of calm washed over them.

Ron held Hermione's hands as they rested in her lap, running his thumb over the smooth skin of her knuckles. "Mione, are you okay?" he asked quietly. She nodded. They sat in silence before she lifted her head to speak.

Her voice was soft as to not disturb the peace. "I feel so silly. I knew that this could happen, and I know that crying about it won't change the past" she whispered.

"Hey, it's not silly. You couldn't possibly predict what it would feel like when it actually happened" Ron said firmly. He didn't want her to blame herself for this again.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears, a few spilling over her cheeks. "It just hurts so much. It doesn't make sense that your heart can break yearning for something you never had" she cried. " I feel like a failure. I can never give you that; I can never give you a child." Her body racked with sobs.

Ron rand his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the tears. He hugged her to him, planting a firm kiss on her head. While waiting for her to calm down, he rocked her back and forth. Once she was calm enough to hear him, he started talking. "You're not a failure, you'll never be one, honey. We can adopt a child, blood doesn't mean anything. All that matters is that you are okay and happy" he said. He kept on rocking her. "I know it hurts, but things will get better" he assured her.

The next two words broke his heart and filled his own eyes with tears. It wasn't as much what she said as how she said it. With dark, aching eyes filled with innocence, she looked up at him. "But how?" she asked, pleading to know the answer. Ron found himself at a loss for words and simply rubbed her back. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach as she continued crying.

They sat holding each other for a long time, until Hermione's breathing was normal again. "Do you want to go back?" Ron asked her.

She shook her head. "I kind of just want to stay here" she said.

They walked along the stream. A small distance further, the found a huge willow tree with a comfy patch of moss underneath it. Hermione laid down, and Ron curled up next to her. They were soon lulled to sleep by the sound of the water rushing over the smooth pebbles.