Hermione stared out Ginny's bedroom window. She looked at the moon. She reflected on her past; she remembered when she was eleven, when she first got her Hogwarts letter. She never thought she'd end up helping to save wizard kind. She remembered the moonlit nights on the hunt for horcruxes; she remembered the nights she spent crying her eyes out. She remembered kissing Ron. All under the moonlight.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. She thought about all the things that had happened to her, then kissed him.
"I don't want to lose you."