A/N: Another chapter for your convenience! It takes place a few months after the war… July, maybe? Now, read, enjoy, and don't forget to review! (I would also like to thank everyone that has reviewed thus far, and please, don't stop!)
Disclaimer: If I owned any of these characters, I'd be richer than the Queen of England. Seriously. But I don't, so I'm very much poorer than the Queen of England. Seriously. ;P
Honeyduke's Best Chocolate
She was so scared; she didn't know what to do. They had been there for two weeks, already, and gone over half the country, but they still couldn't find her parents.
"Merlin, Australia is big," Ron had said after their fourth day of searching. Hermione had laughed then, but she had to agree. They had gone through the entire north part of the country rather swiftly (Ron had insisted they go from the top down) and were now approaching the city of Newcastle. Hermione had taken to the city quite quickly, and they had taken to camping on an abandoned beach.
It was their second day there, and Hermione was reaching her breaking point. They still had a decent part of the country to go through, though they had recently managed to acquire a directory of all of the dentists in Australia, narrowing their search down to several cities.
Harry had gone to find an Australian branch of the Ministry of Magic while Ron and Hermione stayed in the tent. Hermione had flopped on her bed with a sigh, and before she knew it, she was thinking of her parents with tears coming to her eyes.
She wiped them away in a hurry, but they wouldn't stop coming. Pressing her face into her pillow, she lay for a moment sobbing. She had hoped that Ron wouldn't hear her, but she felt her bed sink as someone sat down on it.
"I was saving this for when we found them, but I think you should have it now," Ron's voice said softly. She raised her head and looked at him with her red eyes. He was holding a slab of chocolate, wrapped in paper proclaiming, Honeyduke's Best! She turned around gingerly and sat up, resting her head against her pillow.
Hermione reached for the chocolate and though Ron gave her a big piece, she only took a small bite. The bite warmed her up and she smiled at Ron, not caring that her eyes were red, her nose was puffy and her face was tearstained. Ron gave her a small kiss on the cheek and she pulled her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.
A figure suddenly came running up to the tent and Harry entered, his green eyes bright and shining.
"I've found them!"
The chocolate lay on the bed, forgotten.