A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Ron/Hermione, #061 – camping, the If You Dare Challenge, #978 – the sky's about to fall, the Freeverse Prompts Challenge #040 - grey, the Favourite Era Boot Camp, #034 - campfire
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123. Camping Out.
When it was Harry on guard and the two of them alone
by the campfire, they'd stare at its flickering flames
and the back shadow of his friend a moment
before following the tiny drifting embers up
to the sky.
The grey of the less than happy night
is not so easily abolished: it swallows
the specks of light whole and they watch it together,
watch as their fire is slowly throttled by that hopeless night
And they don't talk, because they want to hang on to that hope:
that time they have together; they don't want to think about how
the sky's swallowing the light and drawing ever nearer to them,
how they're no nearer to their goal.
They don't want to think that they can't afford to just sit
shoulder to shoulder, side by side before the fire,
planning at camp
But what else can they do?
There's no path in the stars
written for them
And the small embers of love drifting to the grey sky
won't create one.