She knows they're broken. Like the cracks in her mother's china, they are placed carefully on the shelf.
Forgotten.
No one can fix them, and soon, no one will try. She watches the cracks form. And really, she doesn't try either.
They are decoration, staples, icons. Nothing more. She will go against everything her nature stands for and accept that, accept that she's nothing but a puppet now, nothing but a weapon, just like he is and just like he is, just like they all are.
She can see the anger and pain in Ginny's eyes. The girl doesn't understand that he did this for her, not to her - that it had to be done, that it is done, and, like the cracks that form over her, nothing can change it.
Him and him and her are all just marching in place.
"Avada Kedavra."
He's done it. But he's still nothing but a soldiar, nothing but a weapon, nothing but a pawn.
He watches him and her as they kiss, a deep, frenzied kiss, as if to say, do it now, we won't have the chance later, the cracks are forming, hurry, hurry, hurry.
But they do not speak, because the second they do, the glue could all fall apart.
Words scare him, now.
He hasn't spoken since then, and he doesn't know when he will again. He just knows that he's a shell, and not like him and her are, either - because if they're shells, they at least fit togethor.
Not him. He fits with no one. He knows, because when Ginny slaps him, he doesn't even feel it.
He left.
He doesn't know what happened with him and her when he was gone.
He just knows that something did.
She's still his girl, he's still his mate, but really, it doesn't seem like it matters anymore.
Maybe they all fought just to die in the end, after all.
A/N: Ok, interpretation: It's Hermione during the final battle, thinking about Harry leaving Ginny, and then hearing Voldemort try to AK Harry (we all know how that turned out,) then its Harry thinking how the war changed him, and how he hurt Ginny, then Ron thinking about how he almost ruined his friendship with Hermione and Harry after leaving them in the tent. OK?