It had been three years since that night. Ron was lying in bed, not being able to sleep. Every night was the same thing; he would fall asleep, only to dream about that night, the last night he saw her. She hadn't stopped by the apartment. She had left all her clothes there, all her belongings, and he kept them right where she had left them, incase she returned again.
He sat up, and ran his fingers through his thick red hair. He couldn't sleep anymore. It was impossible. He'd stay up and wonder where she had gone after that night.
He grabbed his phone, and dialed Hermione's parents.
"Hello?" said a sleepy voice on the other end. It was Hermione's mom.
"Mrs. Granger, it's Ron-"
"Ron? Stop calling so late at night!" she said, sounding more alert. "I will not tell you where my daughter is. Forget about her."
"I will not stop calling Mrs. Granger, please tell me where she is, I want to know if she's okay-" he said.
"No, now goodnight, and do not call again." And she hung up.
Ron stared at his phone, and threw it against the wall, cursing. Why wouldn't they tell him? He wanted to apologize, he wanted to make things right.
"You can't be calling them mate," said Harry as they ate lunch at Harry's house. They were sitting out on his porch, Harry's three-year old running around them, her long black hair bouncing behind her. She was playing with her dolls, and stuffing their faces with mash potatoes. She looked up at Ron and smiled, her bright grey eyes resembling Luna's. Ron sighed.
"You're lucky, Harry. You have everything you ever wanted." He said sadly, picking at his plate.
"Ron, I thought you had gotten over Hermione." Said Harry.
"I was never over Hermione, I didn't know how much I wanted her until she disappeared." Said Ron. "I've tried to cope, but every night it's the same thing. And lately it's gotten worse. Lately, I almost see here every time I close my eyes. I don't know what to do mate."
"What about Lavender?" Harry asked, biting into his muffin.
"What about her? I like her, but I don't love her Harry. She's expecting me to propose to her since we've been together so long, but I can't do it."
"Maybe that's why your feelings for Hermione are bothering you so much now." Interrupted Luna as she walked into the porch, holding a chubby blond baby in her arms. She handed him to Harry.
Luna sat down next to Ron and held his hand. "Ron, you have to make a choice here. Either marry Lavender or break things off with her. Don't hold on to her and wait for Hermione to return. That's not fair to Lavender."
Ron looked down at his food. How could he have given up what he had with Hermione so easily? Over Lavender?
He got up, not wanting to be there anymore.
"Where are you going?" asked Harry, getting up as well.
"I don't know," he responded.