Hermione buried her face in Ron's chest and wrapped her arms around his waist as she allowed herself to really cry for the first time in a long time. After what felt like ages she lifted her head but did not release her grip on Ron. "It should be easier knowing he had a full life, but it isn't. I just keep thinking of all the things he'll miss. Luna will marry eventually and who will give her away. There may be grandchildren he'll never know."
It was scary to have these thoughts. Hermione had never thought too far into the future before. There was a war to fight and the uncertainty of it all was more than enough to push away any thoughts of what could be. But now, now all she found herself pondering was the future. She had thought she was content with the day to day. Then Ron quit his job and things weren't as certain as she had once believed.