Hermione's POV

I'm torn.

"No you don't know how this feels!" Ron roared across the tent at Harry, "Your parents are dead! You have no family!"

I watched in complete horror as Harry lunged. My best friend and the man I loved trying to kill each other, charging at one another with hatred in their eyes. Harry got a decent hold on Ron's jumper and yanked him closer but Ron's hand shot up into a clenched fist.

"Stop! Stop!" I shrieked, throwing myself at the boys but I knew I was nothing compared to the two of them when it came to physical conflict. I tried to shove them both part, wedge myself between them with tears streaming down my cheeks. They wrestled one another, grunting and yelling in my ear until Ron got a good leverage and shoved Harry away from him.

"Fine then! Go!" Harry yelled, he lost his footing but was just regaining it. "Go then!"

No. The idea caused me pain. Actual pain. There was only our heavy breathing in the silence; it lasted all of a minute before Ron finally took the locket from his neck, threw it at the ground with a force and turned to pack his things. No..he wouldn't leave. Would he?

"Ron..." I whispered, he ignored me. He grabbed his bag and begun to throw his belongings inside. I was frozen, he was packing? he wouldn't leave? He couldn't!

"And you?" he asked aggressively, waiting at the tent doors. His eyes locked on mine. "Are you coming or are you staying?" he asked again, stay or leave? Leaving just wasn't an option at a time as vital as this. I loved him, with all my heart, every inch of my soul...he was my everything. But I had to stay, and help. For the better good. I turned and glanced at Harry, wanting him to do or say anything to help, or anything...

"Fine, I get it..." Ron said, nodded to himself, 'I-I saw you two the other night."

The other night.?...Harry and I?...

Then it all clicked into place.

The night Scabior and the Snatchers passed by, Ron's face was hurt and he looked in pain when he saw Harry and I leaving the forest together. I realised now that the place Harry and I had seen the Snatchers was the same place Ron and I confessed our love and had our first kiss. But surly that wasn't it, what else could he have seen that hurt him so bad? Then I remembered what Harry had said 'And next time, Hermione, as much as I like you perfume, don't wear any.' Ron must have heard us, and I gasped, he thought Harry and I...were together...in that way? Oh Gosh!

Understanding that all this time Ron was jealous made things that had seemed fine to me at the time, now look like acts of affection to Ron. When Harry and I walked together, when I offered him water, all of it. Ron didn't have a bug, he was heartbroken thinking Harry and I were going behind his back when he and I were meant to be together.

Oh How stupidly wrong he is.

"Ron...Ron that's...nothing!" I said quickly, still in shock. Only realizing now that I figured it all out in just about two seconds.

He sighed and left the tent. My heart took control of my limbs, throwing myself out of the doors after him. He was already hurrying down the hill, sounding like he was crying. "Ron!" I called, running after him. He turned to glance at me but didn't stop. "Ron where are you going?" he didn't reply. "Please come back!" I started running, it took me a few seconds but I eventually caught up with him at the bottom, I grabbed his good shoulder and turned him to face me.

"Ron!" I moaned, he went to run away but I held him in place. I spoke quieter now, so only he would hear me. "Ron...don't go, I need you..." I said, spilling my heart out, tears already pouring down my cold cheeks. He turned.

"Then come with me...if you love me so much." he said quickly,

I shook my head, I knew this was where I was meant to be, but he didn't realize this was where he was meant to be as well. "I love you, more than i love anyone but you know i can't." I said, he just nodded.

"I understand..." he said, turning away.

"Ron!" I roared, angry, hurt and dying inside. I watched him just walked a few steps away before Ron's entire body imploded, shaking the air and breaking my heart. "Ron..." his name barely brushed through my quivering lips without my throat closing up, without my heart tearing, without me wanting to go after him.

But we had Horcrux's to find...and we had to destroy them. I wanted to be with Ron, but I needed to help Harry more. If I had any chance of a happy life, if any of us did, Voldemort had to die. And to do that, I had to help Harry. So I dragged myself to my knees and walked back up the hill towards the tent.

FanWriter's Note:

Hey guys. This is another short chapter, sorry. This chapter isn't exactly a behinds the scene chapter like the others, we see this scene in the book and the movie. But we stay with Harry at the end of this scene in the movie, this is from Hermione's POV so we get to see her and Ron after he's left the tent. As you see there, there's a quiet conversation that takes place between Ron and Hermione. It's not a full conversation obviously, it's simply he asking her again to leave with him and her once again, telling him she can't. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

~FanWriter Harrison~