Hermione always had a knack for blaming things on herself. Especially when something went wrong. No, she didn't blame herself out loud, but a bunch of guilty thoughts would flow through her brain and sometimes she would feel guilty even though she knew she did nothing wrong, and was in fact right.
Like when Ron left – when the Horcrux got to his head, and he blew up in Harry and Hermione's faces. She could have gone with him; but she couldn't leave Harry alone.
So she sat curled up on the edge of her cot in the tent, bringing her knees to her chest and thinking about the what ifs – what if I had went with him? What if Ron… gets caught? What if he had stayed – would they be farther along now?
Hermione supposed not, seeing as all she was doing was sulking in the fact that Ron had left her – alone.
It was a little more dreary without him. The bickering, the laughter, even the grumbling noise his stomach constantly made would be welcome at this very moment.
Of course not, though, and no matter how lame or corny or cliché it sounded, the sky seemed a little bit more of a darker blue, the stars didn't have their usual brightness, and the rain fell with much more intensity than normal.
Her mind would always wander back to where he was – what was he doing? Did he miss her or Harry? Hermione was perpetually asking herself internal questions, and these were the ones that she frustratingly could not find answers to.
At that moment, however, despite being angry and miserable but with a lingering sense of hope that he would come back, she decided to work on the task at hand – but found that she was too distracted, staring at the blue sky and comparing it to the color of his eyes and wishing that his eyes and all parts of him were there with her.
Word Count: 334
Written for;
the Colors of the Rainbow Drabble/Oneshot Challenge, blue
the Colors Competition, blue negative.