Four Word Prompts: I Need To Go

Pairing: Romione

Rating: T for heavy swearing

Deathly Hallows. Ron and Hermione had a conversation before Ron apparated away.

"I get it, you choose him." spat Ron, words tasting like poison as they flowed nastily out of his mouth.

"Ron...Ron what are you saying?" whispered Hermione, not even believing what Ron was doing.

"Don't deny it, I've seen you two." said Ron, the lingering feelings of the horcrux still fueling his emotions.

"Ron...that's nothing...you must be-"

But Ron didn't wait for the rest of Hermione's words. He stormed out of the tent, into the rainy night.

Hermione's jaw dropped as she looked from the tent entrance, to a seemingly unconcerned harry, and back at the entrance again.

"Ron..." she whispered, looking back at Harry, who shrugged in anger.

Hermione ran out the tent, anxious to catch up with Ron. The rain was pouring down so hard, it hurt her skin.

"Ron! Ron, please!" she screamed, chasing after him, his long legs making her catching up harder and harder. He walked as if he didn't hear her, causing Hermione to yell and run even faster.

"Ron, stop!" she screamed, grabbing onto his arm and yanking him as hard as she could.

Ron spun around to face her, his sapphire eyes looking as if they were glowing.

"I knew it, Hermione, I always knew it!" he yelled. "Why? Why aren't I good enough for you?!"

"Ron, what are you-"

"You guys are always whispering, always sneaking off. Him talking about how lovely your perfume smells? I hear everything Hermione! I can only imagine what goes on when I'm taking watch when you two are in the tent."

"How dare you, Ronald Weasley!" said Hermione, stomping her foot and glaring up at Ron, enraged. "How dare you think that of me! I would never do anything with Harry, he's like...like..."

"Like your everything? It's always been about him, hasn't it Hermione? It's always 'We gotta help Harry, we gotta be there for Harry, we can't do this, what would Harry think? Harry, Harry, Fucking Harry Potter!'. Hell, Hermione, you fucking said we couldn't even be together BECAUSE of Harry! You never gave a fuck about me and you've proven that more than once! What the fuck am I supposed to believe other than you care about him a hell of a lot more than you care for me?!" yelled Ron, his angry tears mixing with the rain trickling down from his hair onto his face.

Hermione threw up her arms, confused as to why Ron was saying all of this. "Ron, you know it isn't like that! It's never been like that! You know if we were to be together, we wouldn't focus on what we are supposed to do for Harry! You're being selfish!"

"Again with motherfucking Harry! You're the one being selfish! Here you were making me believe that something would happen between me and you and I'm pouring my fucking heart out to you right now and all you can speak about is Harry!"

"Ron, that's not true" she said, grabbing his hands and holding them tight. "It's never been true. But Harry is our best friend!"

"And Harry doesn't know what the bloody fuck he is doing, Hermione! I can't stay out here knowing something could be happening to my family while I'm out here chasing bullshit!"

Ron tugged at Hermione's hand. "Please, come with me. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Hermione looked at Ron's pleading face. She then looked back in the direction of the tent. She knew the words she was going to say would destroy him, but she had to do it.

"Harry needs me, Ron. He needs us both, but if you won't stay...I can't stop you." she said, tears streaming down her face.

Ron felt the rest of his heart shatter into a million pieces. The horcrux was right. In the end, she would always choose him.

"I need to go." said Ron, dropping Hermione's hand. Before Hermione could say anything else, he apparated to Merlin knew where.

Hermione stood in the rain, shivering, yet stunned. She wanted so badly to chase after him, but that would mean leaving the wards and not being able to find Harry again.

She wiped the mix of rain and tears off her face and made her way back to the tent. She walked in, not saying a word to Harry, who now looked just as lost as she felt. She used a spell to dry herself off, climbed into Ron's abandoned bunk, wrapped herself up in his blanket, and sobbed, not caring at all if Harry heard.