AN: I'm so sorry for not updating in a long time, I was very busy and had a small case of the evil that is Writers' Block. I will try very hard to update more often!
The begining of this chapter was taken out of the book (Deathly Hallows) and is in the end chapter 15: The Goblin's Revenge.
Enjoy!
Day 8: Away
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you staying or what?"
"I..." she looked anguished. "Yes-yes, I'm staying. Ron, we said we'd go with harry, we said we'd help-"
"I get it. You choose him."
"Ron, no- please- come back, come back!" she was so impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it, he had already stormed off into the night.
Hermione ran after him, calling his name into the dark. "Ron! Ron, where are you? Please come back! Come back!" But there was no answer.
He had Dissapparated. He was gone. He had left.
She went back to the tent, soaked by the rain and her tears.
"He's g-g-gone! Dissapparated!"
She curled up on a chair and started to cry. Harry put some blankets over her shoulders, but she didn't notice. 'How would he come back?' she though. If he tried to come back, he would not be able to see them because of the protective enchantments. And they had to Apparate to a new location the next day. How would he know where they were?
She just sat there, cried, and thought about Ron. The way he yelled at Harry-the way he yelled at her- it felt as if he had slapped her in the face. How could he?
More thoughts like that came and went, until eventually she fell asleep (only to wake up many more times during the night) but her last though before falling asleep every time was always 'He went away. He's gone. But I still love him.'