A/N: So, another chapter! Exciting times! I think I'll just get on with it. Oh, but don't forget to follow me or whatever on twitter Miss_Bee_xx and PM me and REVIEW! Enjoy, and if you don't, or you do enjoy it immensely, TELL MEEEEE! Cheers xx
Hermione's POV:
Just another day in our tent. It had started like any other. I was on patrol, and it was around quarter to seven when Harry came out to relieve me of my post. I stepped in, glad of the warmth that welcomed and enveloped my body.
Ron was on his bed, listening to his radio again, his ears perked towards the sound of the names being read out from the 'Missing' list. He had that face on him again; the face that meant him and Harry had had another go at each other, clearly shown by his deep scowl and hunched shoulders. "What was it about this time?" I asked curiously. This was sadly becoming a more regular occurrence. "Same as always," he replied dully, not looking up from his scuffed trainers. "You really need to stop provoking him; he's under a lot of stress as it is..." I began. "Under a lot of stress?! I've had to leave my home, my school, my friends and vulnerable family! He has no one to miss!" he gesticulated.
A ruffling of cloth signalled Harry's arrival. "If you're going to talk about me, at least understand what you're talking about. I do miss people, I know how you're feeling…" stressed Harry. "No you don't! You have no bloody idea what I have had to go through just to be here! You're putting Hermione and me in danger just by breathing the same air as us!" shouted Ron.
"Well go on then!" retorted Harry. "Go back to the Burrow. Back to your Mummy. Back to safety. I can manage on my own." "Fine, yeah, I think I will actually," huffed Ron, moving to collect up his belongings. I tried to talk some sense into him: "Ron, don't be stupid, you can't go back! You're supposed to be suffering from some terrible case of Spatergroit! You can't just waltz in there, there will most definitely be Death Eaters surrounding the perimeter!" By this time he had finished his packing and was stood at the door.
"Come on, 'Mione, get packing so we can get as far away from this git as fast as possible." I looked at him, bewildered. "You can't be serious?!" I asked shakily.
He looked at me, then at Harry, then back at me, a disbelieving look on his face. "Oh, I see how it is! Don't worry; I'll just get out of the way shall I? Let you two have a bit of fun, that it?" "No, Ron, you've got the wrong end of the stick! He's practically my brother, you know that!" I tried reasoning with him desperately. "Then come with me!"
There was a pause. I was torn between love and friendship but I knew I had to do the honourable thing that would save the Wizarding World. "Ron, we made a commitment. I don't know about you, but I want to win this war and have it over with! Now, just unpack and we can sort this all out civilly, yeah?" He just stared at me for a while. "No, Hermione, I can't do that." And then he left the tent. I stood for a minute, totally shell-shocked before following him out of the tent into the rain.
"RON? RON! PLEASE! Ronald Weasley, stop right there, or I swear to god I'll Stupefy you're arse off," I screamed at him. He stopped and slowly turned towards me, now drenched in the water from the clouds, a blank look on his wet face, his eyes staring right into mine. "Why won't you come with me? Why can't I have one thing? One bloody thing?" he said, his voice growing louder with each syllable.
"We can't give up on Harry; I can't just leave him to his own devises! He'd be dead within the month!" I reasoned, walking slowly towards him. "Don't come near me," he shouted, his voice squeaking near the end. "What's wrong Ron?" I asked, keeping up my pace towards him despite his protest. "Please Hermione, don't come any closer, I can't…" he trailed off.
"It's okay, Ron. I know you're scared, we all are! I know exactly how you feel. Just please, come back inside. I'll make us some tea, we can all..." I began. "Hermione, don't you understand? I don't want to make up with him. I don't need Harry, I need my family. I need to protect my family," he shouted. "But what about us?" I screamed at him. That caught him, and he paused for a moment before replying. "I can't protect my family without you, because you are my family. But if you don't leave here with me; you won't just lose me and our friendship, but your life. Don't you see, 'Mione, it's too dangerous here, you aren't safe! You must have realised that that tent won't hold forever."
We stared at each other for a minute, in amidst the sound of the heavy rain against our clothes and the earth, the sounds of the forest. "Please don't leave me, Ron," I sobbed, my face soaked through tears and rain.
"Come with me, 'Mione! We'll find somewhere to go, back home maybe?! Or Australia, find your parents! All you have to do is take my hand and we could be gone from this place, from this war, leave it all behind and find something new! Run away with me, Hermione!" he said, holding out his hand.
"He's gone," I sighed, coming into the tent five minutes later. And he had. He had gone. HE had left us. Left me.
That night I cried harder than I ever had before. I missed him already, which felt pathetic; I was supposed to be a strong, powerful, fighting woman! But that night I just wasn't.
So, there you go, he's gone. This chapter isn't how JKR wrote it because I thought it was written perfectly the way it was in Deathly Hallows, and it was pretty much all Hr/R anyway, so I just spiced it up a bit, although the inspiration was of course her awesomeness! What do you think? My parents forced me to let them read it because they heard me sobbing and wondered what the fuss was all about. Needless to say they enjoyed it, but of course I'm their daughter, they have to like it otherwise they'd be crap parents! One thing they did ponder on was what Spatergroit was. I have no idea how to spell that by the way, I don't have my copy of DH with me, but if you know the real spelling, let me know ASAP! Oh, and sorry that this is only Hermiones POV, but I couldn't bring myself to write what Ron thought on the situation, I think it was probably obvious. I'm actually really excited for you all reading this! Strangely, I enjoy making myself cry with things that I write, it makes it seem more real. But that's just me being a hopeless romantic. Haha, well, I hope you enjoyed it, if you follow me on twitter Miss_Bee_xx then you should here regular updates on everything Potter! Don't forget to review! xx