Harmione One Shots

These Desires Of Mine

Summary: The locket convinces Harry and Hermione that getting back at Ron by fucking each other is the perfect revenge

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Ayessel on Ao3

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Ron was gone.

The tent entrance was left flapping in the wake of his hurried exit.

He should have expected this, really, It wasn't like Ron hadn't been complaining day-in-day-out. He always found something to complain about, whether it be the fact that they had no bloody clue what they were doing, or where they were going, or just Hermione's cooking. That last one bothered him more for some reason. Here they were surviving on the bare minimum, all of them doing their best, and he has the audacity to moan about how he doesn't like mushrooms.

It was pathetic, and Harry had no qualms about admitting that now. He was too bitter and resentful right now to care about preserving the memory of the boy he'd met on that train. It didn't matter that he was his first friend because that first friend grew up to be a jealous, envious, lazy, prat. He wouldn't be half as mad if the whole thing in 4th year hadn't warned him well in advance that this is what Ron was really like.

Don't get him wrong, he was furious. Not only at the fact that Ron had made some rather off-colour remarks about the fact he was an orphan but more so that he had dared to believe that Ron abandoning him in 4th year and stabbing him in the back was a fluke and a result of puberty messing with Ron's already fragile temper. He didn't want to view his friend in that light but the fact of the matter was that his ex-best friend had abandoned him and Hermione in the middle of a fucking war because he was hungry and missed his mummy, not to mention his paranoia regarding the relationship between Harry and Hermione.

That was a whole other can of worms, though.

Hermione was devastated, Harry assumed it was because she was just torn between a potential love interest and a best friend who had saved her life countless times. It wasn't a position he'd wish on anyone, never mind Hermione. She was too sweet and caring to deserve the words that Ron had thrown at her.

She had broken down the second that the crack of Ron's disapparition was heard and was borderline Inconsolable.

It took Harry bodily carrying her to their cot and simply holding her while she sobbed her heart out before she eventually managed to pick up the pieces and gain some semblance of control.

They gave him a whole week. 7 days. 168 hours. Still no sign of him returning. This caused another of Hermione's breakdowns when she had to concede that it was too dangerous to linger any longer, that they had to pack up and move on and abandon hope of him returning to them.

Then it was just the two of them, with an evil locket between them that made it borderline impossible to be happy, it was like wearing a dementor. Only negative emotions were seemingly permitted while wearing it, anything to goad the wearer into depravity, and even being in its presence was taxing on one's mental state.

That was fine, Harry spent most of his time wearing it because he was used to the negative emotions, he was used to bottling up his rage and smothering violent tendencies, and he could deal with despair and hopelessness because it's all he knew for the first 10 years of his life after he was dropped at the Dursleys. Hermione begged and pleaded with him to let her take more time wearing it but he refused, after Ron left the locket seemed to latch onto her heartbreak and drag it kicking and screaming to the forefront, she could barely go an hour wearing it before she got overwhelmed and started sobbing, leading to Harry having to hold her tight and stroke her hair, whispering affirmations in her ear to get her to calm down.