Skinny Love: A Romione Love Story [CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REVISION]

Chapter Thirty

note: Hermione and Ron left on the same day to search for each other just at different times. Just wanted to make that clear. Carry on.

The more he searched for the camp, the more doubtful he became. Four days had passed since he left the cottage and Ron was nowhere near to finding Hermione than he was yesterday. With the deep snow damping his every step and the brittle wind cutting through him life a knife, Ron had to take several breaks. All the food Fleur had given him before he left was gone and he had no water left since he accidently knocked over his canister on the second day of his departure.

The cold nights took its toll on Ron for he only had a light coat to fight against the weather. Sleep seemed to avoid him at nights. Ron would lay restless as thoughts of Hermione kept him awake, but, at the same time, it was those very thoughts that kept him going. Kept him from giving up. He didn't care if he had to search for a thousand years. He was going to find Hermione and beg for her forgiveness. As the days passed by, though, Ron started to doubt if he would ever find Hermione or Harry, or anything for that matter.

Heaving out a shaky breath, Ron leaned up against a tree as he slowed down his breathing. Looking up to the sky, he noticed that the sun had begun to set already and the sky was dimming fast. As much as Ron hated it, he needed to stop for the night. It was going to get dark quick. Walking around by yourself in the dark when it's hard to see while snatchers and Death were prowling around for him would not be a smart idea.

"Damn," Ron thought. "I'm never going to find Hermione at this rate."

Sliding down to the ground, Ron hit the snowy surface with a soft thud. Ron rubbed a hand through his disheveled hair then down over his face before settling it in his lap.

"God, where are you Hermione," Ron sighed to himself, defeated.

Tears suddenly invaded his Caribbean eyes, pouring down his cheeks. He tried shutting his eyes to stop the tears but it only made it worse. Lumps formed in his throat; but he could barely swallow them down. Ron has never cried before. Not like this. Even when Ginny got caught up in the Tom Riddle business or when his dad got attacked. He was terrified, of course, but he didn't cry. But for some reason Ron couldn't stop the tears from falling. In all his years Ron never felt so alone. It was his fault. If only he was strong enough to fight against the dark magic, then maybe he wouldn't have left. But there was a part of him that truly did believed that the mission would have been better without him.

Ron sniffed.

He missed Hermione. He missed her smile. He missed her chocolate brown eyes, her big bushy hair. He missed her intelligence and witty remarks. He missed watching her read or glare at him whenever he would interrupt her reading. He missed her adorable button-shaped nose. He missed her lips. He missed kissing them. He missed the feeling of her skin. He missed how she would light up every time he would call her 'Mione or say I love you. He missed her saying it back. He missed her presence. Leaning back on the tree, Ron smiled through his tears as his mind wandered off to a distant memory of them two.

[Flash Back]

A lot had happened in their fifth year at Hogwarts, not that nothing was expected. However, this year seem to differ from the others. Now Voldemort was tapping into Harry's brain, which resulted in him going off by himself a whole lot and wanted to be alone more often.

So as predicted Ron and Hermione were left to their own devices most of the time. The two didn't know quite how to act whenever Harry wasn't around. They both kind of grew out of their arguing stage. Kind of anyways. Ever since Ron accidentally admitted that he secretly wanted to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball last year, things have been different between them. Not only did Ron admit to that, he also let some of his feelings slip out. It shocked Ron more than anyone. He never thought that he would like Hermione in that way, and to be completely honest, he didn't think he liked Hermione at all like that until he found out that Krum was taking her. Sure, he was going to ask her to the dance as a friend, but would it have been merely taking just a friend to the dance? The whole ordeal made Ron rethink the way he felt about Hermione.