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He sat there, slowly tracing the crevices of her smile with his eyes, unaware of his surroundings of which she was so concentrated on. He smiled when she smiled, and he tried to understand what came so easily to her. He watched her laugh and talk, not caring if anyone noticed his unnecessary staring, it would be fine with him. But she kept going, not even hesitating at the simplest moments of awkwardness that accompanied her gaze over to him. Ron didn't mind if she looked at him again, he was only concentrating on her anyway. When they hurried back to their common rooms he caught up to her in the hall.

" 'Mione, I haven't talked to you all day" He greeted her with a giddy smile.

"You seemed distanced back there, I didn't want to bother you, it seemed as though you were thinking really hard, and that doesn't happen often." She paused before grinning, and then looking away. "Where do you think Harry is? I haven't seen him today."

"Don't know, haven't seen 'em anywhere, doesn't matter though, he'll turn up." He shifted his books to the opposite side, almost hitting a passing student. "So" Ron muttered, trying to break the awkward silence that he created, and that she chose to ignore. "I see you've got more books to study, going to waste more time tonight, we are leaving for our break in a matter of hours, it's a bloody holiday?" He asked with a slightly arrogant tone.

"I don't mind wasting my time studying, at least I'm productive, unlike you, just running around, snogging random girls in the closets, I mean, pick one already,"

"What's it to you?" He added firmly.

"Nothing I guess, other than a nuisance," She shook her head and sped up her step so he struggled to keep up. They eventually made it to the common room, but everyone had seemed to have dispatched into their usual groups, chatting and conversing over the day spent. But Hermione had no intention of staying here, she was headed right up to the silence of her room, to put her nose in a book and avoid the needless conversations that had just went on only a few minutes ago.

As she hurried through the commotion she recognized that familiar stance, leaning against a wall, talking to no one, just staring out the window. She quickly changed her direction and headed straight towards him, unsure of what he was thinking, but it didn't matter, it was Harry, he wouldn't mind talking to her. "Harry, I'm assuming you're all packed for the holiday break,"

"Yeah, I just finished" He didn't shift his gaze, and she didn't ask what was the matter. "I'm going to stay with the Weasly's, are you?"

"Yes," She mumbled, waiting for a response.

"That's good; I suppose I'll be heading there with you then,"

"Of course," She knew there was something on the verge of worsening the mood, and she was hasty not to pry to why he was so distant. "So I guess I'll be meeting up with you later," She walked away, leaving the watcher to his watching, and his mind to continue. But as she walked away, he couldn't help but dread the holiday break, he wasn't up to all this holiday cheer, there was too much unnatural glee, too much false hope, something he had relied on for some time now. There was nothing left to look at, the sky had cleared and most of the voices had disappeared, he heard someone call his name, and he slowly took his bags and followed them, leaving the common room behind, sulking towards his friends.

Ron slapped him on the shoulder, trying to snap him out of his gaze, it was fixed intently on the falling snow, and how the wind grasped it so delicately, with knowledge of how fragile it truly was.