After our fav characters' thoughts, this chapter takes place right after Ron's return and Hermione's unexpected reaction, in a nocturn meeting. Hope you like it!

Lyrics: "Won't go home without you" - Maroon 5

Shared Moments Seven: An Icy Welcome

I asked her to stay, but she wouldn't listen
And she left before I had the chance to say
The words that would mend the things that were broken
But now it's far too late, she's gone away

He opened his eyes. It was just impossible to sleep, not right now, when he felt so glad to have returned, so glad to know that she was fine … despite the fact that his welcome hadn't been the warmest he hoped for.

He swung his legs out of the bunk, and looked towards the tent's entrance. There was a dark figure sitting here, it's whole body shaking. He was pretty sure he knew who it was. 'Harry?' he whispered to the bed above him. Nothing. He was asleep. And so he he took one of his dry jackets from his rucksack and set out to the entrance.

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"

She felt a soft weight over her shoulders, and a familiar scent rushed to her nose.

'Night's cool,' somebody said, and she sensed him dropping beside her.

The moment he sat down, he realised she wasn't shivering with cold, but sobbing hard. She's just attacked me and already crying? he thought.

'G- Get a- away,' she said, taking away her face from him.

'What's wrong?'

'W- What's wrong? What's w- wrong?' she said, sounding incredulous. 'You ask?'

'Oh, yeah, hum … I suppose you were still angry with me …'

'Really, you suppose …'

'Hermione, I'm sorry. I told you, I wanted to come back as soon as ─'

'Oh, yes! You really wanted to, didn't you? I don't give a damn what you wanted, the thing is that you had never had to leave, Ron! You've never thought about me- about me and Harry,' she corrected herself quickly, 'have you, Ronald? And now you return here, pretending that saving Harry's life is enough to be forgiven! Well, it isn't enough, Ronald Weasley, not for me ─ or Harry!'

Hard to believe that
It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right

'Hermione,' he said softly. 'I can't see you crying like this.'

'Ho, you can't! Why did you come back, then? Did you think I'd come running at you, and I'd hug you, and I say with tears in my eyes, "Oh, Ron, we missed you, look how happy we are now!"? Well, you were wrong! I'm not crying for you! Merlin's beard, I don't even know why I'm crying …'

Ron felt a bit embarrassed, but he said quietly, 'Maybe because that's what you wanted to do.'

She turned to face him. 'What makes you think that?'

Ron gazed into her eyes. He was seeing her for the first time in so long; all those lonely nights, when he thought of the huge mistake he had committed, of the broken promise of help he had done to Harry, of the voice of Hermione calling him … and now he was there, so close to her, and she was crying … for what?

The glare she threw at him was so cold that it seemed to make the temperature drop even more.

She turned away. 'Maybe you should sleep. It was a long way to here, and rescuing Harry was probably exhausting,' she said stiffly.

'But I'm not tired- I have to tell you that I ─'

'I've heard enough. Good night.'

And she got up and walked inside the tent, leaving Ron looking at nothing but the frozen canvas.

Of all the things I felt but never really shown
Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go
I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh