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hermoniny (hermoniny) wrote in pandorarpg,

Hermione pulled her face out of her hands long enough to glance over at him as he put an arm around her shoulders. That felt better, more natural, more like old times, but there was still that aching hole of dispair in the center of her, but he helped dull that pain, even if just a little. She rested her head on his shoulder casually, again not wanting to push things too fast on him. She knew they were in one of their off again spells, but she kind of hoped that would be over soon, not only because of recent events, but because she missed him. And if she knew what he was thinking, she'd feel awful. She never wanted him to feel guilty about all this, it wasn't like she'd made herself readily available to anyone after all.

"Yea, I know they mean well, it just is so unbearable." She couldn't help but dread the meeting later that day. She was so torn between wanting to see everyone, and that being the farthest thing from what she wanted. She just wanted to stay there, leaning on Ron, taking this moment to just completely get away from every responsibility and pain that was weighing on her. "I can't stop though, I can't stop looking for an answer. People we know and care about are having these nightmares, and are really scared, Ron. I have to help them. But I don't have time, between work and everything else. Plus Harry was trying to figure out what happened in the Department of Mysteries the night all this started, and I just feel like I should pick up where he left off, you know?"

It occured to her then that while she was finally spilling everything she'd been feeling and dreading, she wasn't giving him a moment to speak. "What about you?" She asked, sitting up a bit and really looking at him. He looked as tired as she felt, and was probably feeling as run down and depressed too. "How are you holding up?"