200- The Country (Ron/Hermione)
It wasn't ideal. It wasn't anything they were used to. But it was nice, and inexpensive. And it got them away from London.
"Do you want anything to eat?" she asked quietly. Something about being out in the country—away from the noise of the city—had made them both quiet.
"I could do with something," he said. "What can I help you with?"
She smiled and waved her wand. Vegetables came flying over from their sacks. "You chop and I'll get the meat ready."
He nodded, and got to work. Magic made everything go faster, luckily, and a few minutes later the stew was cooking over the fire.
"Oi," he said, pulling her into his lap. "You know we can't stay here forever, right?"
"I know. We have to go back…help Harry. And I…."
"You need to go find your parents."
She was quiet for a long moment, staring at the fire. "What if they're happy? What if the lives they have now are the ones they couldn't have because of me?"
Ron was quiet for a moment. "Could be true, but it probably isn't. They may not remember you, but I know they'll feel something missing. I would."