House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompts: Dancing, Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 220

Dancing on Your Own

She was still wearing her black clothes of mourning. The funerals had ended the previous week but Hermione was still in a bad state. She had barely eaten and had not slept - Ron could hear her at night, her broken sobs leaking through the wall separating their rooms. She cried for those they had lost in the battle, those who were injured, those whose lives had been destroyed.

Now, she was sitting cross-legged in the living room, staring into space. The radio was playing from the kitchen – it was a tune Ron recognised but he couldn't place the name. It sounded rather melancholic, and as Hermione hummed along, Ron didn't need to work hard to find out what she was thinking about.

Wordlessly, he walked over to where she sat and grabbed one of her hands in his. As he pulled her from her sitting position to stand beside him, he realized how much they had both changed since they met. Hermione was beautiful and strong and he knew, although it would take time, they would get through this, together.

As he slow-danced her in a circle, and she rested her head on his shoulder, he knew he wouldn't tell her everything was okay. Because the truth was, it wasn't.

But he promised her that things would get better.