I was rereading chapter 1 the other day, and suddenly got an urge to write the whole thing again from Hermione's point of view. I don't think this one is as good as Ron's POV, but I decided to put it up anyway :D Enjoy!

'What are you doing?'

'What do you mean?'

'Are you staying, or what?'

'I…yes – yes, I'm staying. Ron, we said we'd go with Harry, we said we'd help-'

'I get it. You choose him.'

'Ron, no – please – come back, come back!'

He walked out of the tent. She didn't even glance back at Harry as she stumbled after Ron, tears running down her cheeks.

'Ron, please! Please!'

But he wasn't listening to her. Her heart was breaking, but he obviously didn't care.

'You can't leave! You can't! Ron, just come back into the tent and – and we can talk things through…'

She stopped feet from him, her heart hammering and hurting and bursting with desperation.

He continued to walk.

'Ron.'

The agony in her voice was audible, and for a second she thought he was going to come back. He stopped moving, and all was silent in the clearing. Then, suddenly, he twisted in the air, and just before the telltale crack! shot through the clearing her eyes met his. There was nothing in those eyes to suggest he had any inclination to stay, or any care for her. Her eyes burned, and her heart felt as though he had literally punched it out of her chest. She fell to her knees, and stared at the spot where he had been seconds before. He breath came in gasps, and she was clutching at the ground as though trying to keep a grip on what was real. When it became apparent, however, that Ron was not coming back, she stood up, brushed the leaves off her knees, and returned to the tent to inform Harry, the hot tears still sliding down her cheeks.

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it from Hermione's perspective :) Please review!

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