Prompt – We're taking shelter during a big storm and you're really close to me and I'm just going to casually move closer and cuddle with you

Continuing on with my angsty DH theme, this would be set after the trio leave Grimmauld Place and are on the run, but before Ron leaves.

They'd been walking for ages, keeping an eye on the sky with it's darkening clouds. Finally Hermione had decided they should probably set up camp before the storm set in. Ron happily agreed and scouted around, finding the perfect spot.

The tent with all it's protective charms and wards was up just as the first raindrops fell. Taking a last look around, Harry followed Hermione inside and they secured the tent.

Ron was making dinner, proudly proclaiming that he had found a tin of soup in the bottom of his bag. Harry wondered why he hadn't bothered sorting through his bag before now, when they'd so often been hungry; Ron most of all.

Still the warm soup hit the spot, and they had learned to savour the moments of warmth and a full belly. Ron fiddled with the wireless, trying to find some music to listen to, that would take their minds off the loud storm. Hermione suggested it might be more prudent if they found a news station who would tell them how long the storm was expected to last. Neither bothered about Harry.

Harry just felt ansty, sitting in one place. Like a sitting duck, waiting for Death Eaters to break their wards and capture them. He fingered the Snitch in his pocket, wondering over and over why Dumbledore would have left it to him in his will.

A loud crash made Hermione cry out and Harry was immediately on his feet with his wand out, looking at the tent's entrance.

"It's all right, mate, reckon a tree fell close by," soothed Ron, in a way that reminded Harry of Molly Weasley.

Ron looked to Hermione. "You all right?" he asked, worriedly.

She nodded but it wasn't a confident nod.

As Harry watched, Ron moved closer.

"It's going to be all right, you know. Only idiots like us are out in the storm. You don't think Death Eaters would want to get their special robes and masks wet, do you?" he teased lightly.

Hermione half laughed, and for a moment, even Harry felt lighthearted. He sat back down, but kept his wand in his hand.

He watched Ron say something to Hermione, making her laugh and chat, but when a big clap of thunder made her jump, he sat closer and slid his arm around her shoulder, saying something softly to her as she reddened.

Harry felt as thought he were intruding on a private moment but he couldn't help but feel resentful. They had each other to lean on, while he had to leave behind the one person that made him happy, his best source of comfort.

How much better, he wondered, would things be if Ginny had accompanied them? He would be able to sit with his arm around her, just like Ron and Hermione. There would be one more person to share the load, to come up with ideas ( Ginny was really good at that), and perhaps even, someone for him to cuddle up with from time to time.

During their time together at Hogwarts, he and Ginny had talked about Tom and their experiences with him. It certainly helped him immeasurably to know Ginny understood his feelings, his fear and worry, for she had lived through it as well. Even now he wanted nothing more than to hold her, talk to her again, sit and watch the rain fall.

His thoughts turned dark as Hermione laughed at something Ron said, and he looked pleased to cheer her up and take her mind off things.

"Just bloody snog and get together, please," he muttered darkly.

To his embarassment, they both looked over in his direction.

"You say something, Harry?" asked Ron.

Harry bit back a nasty retort and shook his head.

Hermione looked at her watch, then stood. She walked over to Harry and stood in front of him.

"Put your wand away Harry," she said softly.

He blinked and looked down at his hand. His wand was outstretched, ready to cast a spell.

He lowered it, feeling guilty. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Hand it over," she ordered, holding her hand out.

Hand her his wand? Was she crazy?

"You've worn the locket a lot today," she said. "It's my turn now."

Ron shivered. "I hate that bloody thing."

Harry pulled the locket out from under his teeshirt and jumper, pulled it over his head and handed it to Hermione, immediately feeling better.

"Hey, the storm has stopped," announced Ron.

"Thank heavens," sighed Hermione.

Harry wondered if it had stormed in Scotland, and if he would ever see Hogwarts or Ginny again.