Hermione's POV

CHAPTER TWO

So I refuse to, waste one more second without you knowing

My heart

Baby cuz I don't need anything else but your love

Nothing but you means a thing to me

I'm incomplete

When you're not there

Holding me

Touching me

I swear

All of the rest could just disappear

And I wouldn't even care

As long as you're there

He's gone.

After everything we've been through he just left!

And I stood there, like an idiot; thinking that they would stop fighting. Now look at the result.

My lips began quiver and my eyes started watering.

Why was I so weak, and pathetic!

He was the one that left us. So why am I so upset?

Because it was Ron.

That idiot!

Didn't he know how much he meant to me? Didn't he ever wonder why despite his complaints of hunger, on Harry's leadership, and his worries for his family I was patient with him, and I stood up for him?

My tears continued to flow steadily as I lied on my bed, occasionally glancing at Harry outside. I didn't want him to see me like this. He was the one having a much harder time than I am, yet I'm the one crying.

I shook my head thoroughly, trying to stop the tears, but they just kept on coming out in volumes.

There was no point, I thought to myself, I miss him.

I glanced around the tent, and then suddenly something caught my eye. It was Ron's bed.

I stood from my bed and walked towards it.

The sheets were still unmade which would give you the illusion that he was still here.

But he wasn't.

My tears started to flow again and I ended up lying down on his bed. It was still warm, and when I pressed my nose unto his pillow I could still smell his scent, and when I closed my eyes, all I could see were his beautiful blue eyes staring back at me.

I turned to my side and wrapped my arms around my knees.

Part of me felt so empty inside. Yes, I missed him that much.

Part of me wanted to feel his strong arms wrap around my body. Because every time he did that, I knew that he was there and everything was going to be okay.

My thoughts went back to the wedding. When Ron wouldn't let me go, when I had pleasure of staring into those azure blue eyes as we danced.

I felt like the luckiest girl in the world those few hours. Thoughts of the Horcux hunt, my parents, they all disappeared.

Because no matter what crazy adventure we encountered, we stuck together, Ron and I. (Well, when one of us wasn't injured, or petrified, or dating someone else anyway…) And knowing he's there, calms me down.

But he was gone. And as much as I loved Harry, he could never replace that feeling I had when Ron was by my side.

I didn't understand what was going on. Why did the world seem wrong all of a sudden? Ron and I have had fights before. Why's this any different?

Because there's a chance you're never going to see him again.

We weren't in Hogwarts anymore. We were on the run. And the chances of seeing Ron again were very slim.

I got up from Ron's bed, knowing that if I stayed there any longer, hope would get the best of me and I would just lie there, waiting for him to come back.

I went towards the kitchen and grabbed a cup and saucer and started pouring myself some tea. I added a bit of milk and two teaspoons of sugar. Just the way Ron likes it.

I pursed my lips and quickly sipped the hot tea. The heat radiated through my body and I felt color start rising through me once again.

I took a seat on a chair and continued to drink.

"I get it. You choose him."

My eyes began to water.

Of course not you prat! I wanted to shout at him. Chosen One or not I love you! But the tension was just horrible. And the words just couldn't seem to leave my lips.

How could he think that? How did that idea even cross his bloody mind? Honestly, are we really that dense with each other?

Yes, yes you are! Ginny would've said.

I finished my tea and walked back unto my bunk. I stared up at the tent ceiling and without notice; I started to cry once again.

The next day I woke up in a daze. My eyes felt heavy, and once I opened them, they stung.

I must've cried myself to sleep.

I stood up from my bed and started to heat up what food we had left. I busied myself thoroughly that morning, cleaned the unwashed dishes, making a semi-edible meal. Anything really. Then suddenly I heard a rustle. I turned my head swiftly to see Harry get up from his bed.

I looked away immediately. He was not going to see me look so pathetic.

We ate quietly.

When it was time to leave, I was very reluctant to go. Hope seemed to have quite the hold on me.

Slowly I removed the enchantments from the campsite, ears alert; awaiting for any sign of life in the shadows of the trees.

Suddenly, I heard rustling and turned my head side wards, Harry copied my action. We looked earnestly at the trees but no figure emerged. Nothing.

I gave a heavy sigh.

What was wrong with me today?

I was being very meticulous today. More than usual. I had packed and unpacked my little beaded bag three times before I gave up.

Ron wasn't coming back! I bit my lip and shook my head. I wasn't going to cry again.

Finally I stood up and took once last look at that river bank before Dissaparating.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer facing a river bank; Harry had brought us to a very windy hillside.

I breathed in the cool air and felt my body relax then tense up once again. I was going to curl my hands into fist when I realized I was still holding onto Harry hand.

I let go immediately and walked away. I looked the hand that Harry grasped and opened and closed it. It felt cold and stiff.

Not warm, and filled with goose bumps.

Only Ron made that happen. And even though I don't say this out loud; I love the feeling I get when Ron holds my hand. I love how his long fingers intertwined with mine and how my lips just turned into an automatic curve when our skin touched.

I found a large rock and sat on it.

My mouth turned upright, and before I knew it, tears were spilling once again.

I put my face on my knees and my shoulders began to shudder.

I could feel Harry staring at me, but I didn't care. I was too depressed to care.

He wasn't there, and there was no way of cheering me up.

Harry walked away and started casting the enchantments around the camp site. He knew this wasn't the time to bother me.

I sat there for maybe a good two hours, just moping, wishing he was there to drive my nuts instead of killing me with all this worrying.

Where was he? Was he hurt? Was he captured? Was he… ?

There was no point in hiding it was there? Ron always drove me nuts, but at the same time he always made me laugh. He was always quite clueless, and it made me roll my eyes, but it's what I find adorable about him. And no matter how much we rowed, we always made up.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I knew why I was so weak;

I needed Ron.

I supposed I knew it all along, but I just didn't want to admit it to myself.

I shed the last of my tears and walked back into the tent.

Harry and I barely spoke these last few weeks. We didn't know what to say to each other, or more specifically what he didn't know what to say to me to make me feel better. I noticed he avoided talking about Ron. And I appreciated that. It was bad enough just thinking about him. Listening to Harry talk about him would just kill me.

And those times we did speak, it was all business. We spoke about the sword of Gryffindor a lot. About how and where we could find it. But the longer we thought the more irrational we got.

It took our detour to Godric's Hollow to realize that crying is not going to solve everything. Harry lay in front of me, his chest moving up and down. He made me realize that my crying should stop. If Harry cried everyday because of his parents, would they come back to life? No, they wouldn't. And if I cried every single night, would Ron come back?

…

Well, I would like to this so, but the answer is no.

Harry was my priority right now. That son of a weasel can wait.

Tonight, it was my turn to wear the blasted Horcrux.

It was look out duty for me tonight. I sat outside the tent, my wand clasped in my hand. I looked up at the night sky and breathed in the fresh forest air and for a moment, I felt at peace.

But then, the Horcrux decided to work its dark magic, and soon enough, worries encompassed my body once again.

I felt my scowl deepening and doubt filled my head. What if we never found the sword? What if we never destroy the Horcruxes? What if we… we… die.

No. I shoved those thoughts away and thought of other things to keep me distracted. But the Horcrux was resilient and suddenly, a picture came into my head; of Ron's body, on the floor, dead.

"NO!" I screamed. My heart was beating rapidly, and tears flowed out of my eyes.

I took deep breaths and looked at the Horcrux resting on my chest. I removed it with one swift movement and set it aside.

That didn't happen. I said to myself, that's not going to happen!

I looked into the tent to see Harry fast asleep in his bunk. He didn't even budge.

I looked back into the darkness, and stopped fighting my tears. I let them flow out. I let myself wail and cry my heart out.

"Ron…" I whispered, "Ron…"

The night after, Harry took watch.

I lied on my bed, my little beaded bag in my grasp. I sighed and stared at it a moment. I opened it, shoved my whole arm into it, and pulled out a book.

I stared at the cover. Hogwarts: A History it said.

I turned the pages, until I got to the middle section of the book and smiled. In the page was a picture of the three of them (one of the rare ones). It was taken when they were last in the Burrow. A few weeks before the wedding of Bill and Fleur, we were seated in the living room playing exploding snap, when Harry made his pile of cards explode and we laughed at him. I don't remember who exactly took this picture but I remember Mr. Weasley handing it to me, telling me that I may need it to stay sane.

I looked at the picture. Ron and I sat beside each other, my head was against his shoulder and we couldn't stop laughing. Harry one the other hand, was pouting at the beginning and then started laughing as well.

I smiled. Mr. Weasley was right. I needed this.

Slowly, I felt my eyelids turn heavy and for the first time in a long time I had a long, dreamless, sleep.

"Hermione!" Harry hissed, waking me from my deep slumber. I slowly looked up at him, moving a lock of hair out of the way.

"What's wrong? Harry? Are you all right?"

"It's okay, everything's fine. More than fine. I'm great. There's someone here."

I furrowed my eyebrows and lifted my head, "What do you mean? Who- ?"

My mouth gaped as I looked at the figure standing behind Harry.

A goofy grin on his lips, his bright ginger hair damp and wet, a gleam in his bright azure eyes, sword of Gryffindor in one hand, and a broken horcrux in his other.

Ron…

A/N: Hello there! :D I am back with a new chapter. I hope that you enjoy this and you keep on reading the story. :)

So yeah... I'll guess I'll see you guys next week? :D

~rascal :)