Promise you'll never leave me [a Harry Potter and Hermione Granger love story]

Chapter 1

(My story starts off when Ron leaves Harry and Hermione in the deathly hallows and this bit is from the book.)

Harry looked around. For one bewildered moment he thought that Ron had left the tent, then realized that Ron was lying in the shadow of a lower bunk,looking stony.

Oh, remembered me, have you? he said.

What?

Ron snorted as he started up at the underside of the upper bunk.

You two carry on. Don’t let me spoil your fun.

Perplexed, Harry looked to Hermione for help, but she shook her head, apparently as nonplussed as he was.

What’s the problem? asked Harry.

Problem? There’s no problem, said Ron, still refusing to look at Harry.

Not according to you, anyway.

There were several plunks on the canvas over their heads. It had started to

rain.

Well, you’ve obviously got a problem, said Harry. Spit it out, will you?

Ron swung his long legs off the bed and sat up. He looked mean, unlike himself.

All right, I’ll spit it out. Don’t expect me to skip up and down the tent because there’s some other damn thing we've got to find. Just add it to the list of stuff you don’t know.

I don’t know? repeated Harry. I don’t know?

Plunk, plunk, plunk. The rain was falling harder and heavier; it pattered on the leaf-strewn bank all around them and into the river chattering through the dark. Dread doused Harry’s jubilation. Ron was saying exactly what he had suspected and feared him to be thinking.

It’s not like I’m not having the time of my life here, “said Ron, you know,with my arm mangled and nothing to eat and freezing my backside off every night. I just hoped, you know, after we’d been running round a few weeks, we’d have achieved something.

Ron, Hermione said, but in such a quiet voice that Ron could pretend not to have heard it over the loud tattoo the rain was now beating on the tent.

I thought you knew what you’d signed up for, said Harry.

Yeah, I thought I did too.

So what part of it isn’t living up to expectations?asked Harry. Anger was coming to his defence now. Did you think we’d be staying in five-star hotels? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Did you think you’d be back to Mummy by Christmas?

We thought you knew what you were doing! shouted Ron, standing up, and his words pierced Harry like scalding knives. We thought Dumbledore had told you want to do, we thought you had a real plan!

Ron! said Hermione, this time clearly audible over the rain thundering on the tent roof, but again, he ignored her.

Well, sorry to let you down, said Harry, his voice quite calm even though he felt hollow, inadequate. I’ve been straight with you from the start, I told you everything Dumbledore told me. And in case you haven’t noticed, we’vefound on Horcrux

Yeah, and we’re about as near getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them nowhere effi ng near in other words?

Take off the locket, Ron, Hermione said, her voice unusually high. Pleasetake it off. You wouldn’t be talking like this if you hadn’t been wearing it all day.

Yeah, he would, said Harry, who did not want excuses made for Ron.

Doyou think I haven’t noticed the two of you whispering behind my back? Do you think I didn’t guess you were thinking this stuff?