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I Miss You

A/N: Well, you wanted it. So here it is. Chapter 2 of Do What You Have to Do. But this time it's to a different song. I Miss You, by Incubus. Go buy. It's off their new CD. I think. Not entirely sure.

I don't own Harry Potter, and I don't own I Miss You by Incubus. PLEASE don't sue me! Please?

Warnings: None.

Now. On to the story.

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"Still can't sleep?"

Hermione turned her head and saw Ron standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"No."

She turned her head back to the fire, and sighed.

"I miss him."

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold utopian dream

"I know. But he'll be back. You know he will."

Hermione nodded, she believed in Harry, and would until she died, but that didn't mean she couldn't miss him.

You do something to me,

That I can't explain
So would I be out of line if I said
I miss you?

"Look, Hermione, I think we need to talk. If only to get your mind off of all the possibilities running through your head."

Hermione sighed again, nodded, and scooted over on the couch, making room for Ron.

"So. How was your test in Arithmancy?"

Hermione fought back an urge to laugh. Since when had Ron cared how she did in school?

"I didn't take it."

Ron's jaw dropped. Hermione, not taking a test? What?!

"WHY?! School's your life! You're…well…no offense, but you're HERMIONE! How can you just up and not take a test?!"

"I don't know Ron. My life, it's changed. It changed three weeks ago. I don't think I could have taken it if I wanted to though. I was so tired."

"It's cause you're not sleeping. Why don't you sleep? Do you have nightmares?"

"Not really nightmares. It's hard to explain, and I don't really want to…"

"Hermione, if there's one thing my mother taught me, it's that if you tell someone how you're feeling, even if that someone is a cat, or an owl, it helps. She said `It allows the mind to move past the feelings that are blocking it.' Or something. I'm not saying you should move on, because I know you won't. but at least talk with me about it!"

I see your picture
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days
But already I'm wasting away
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you

"Every time I close my eyes, I see Harry walking away from me. Every time I inhale, I smell him. I miss him Ron, and it scares me. Because I don't know if I'll see him again. I tell myself, and everyone else, that he's coming back, but I don't know that. I want him back, here, next to me. I want to see him, to hug him, to…to…talk to him! I…"

The wall that held back the tears broke. With a great heaving sob, Hermione put her face in her hands and cried. Ron put his arms around her and hugged her to his chest.

"Shhh…Hermione, he's coming back. He's coming back."

When Hermione finally cried herself to sleep, Ron placed a pillow under her head and a blanket over her. Walking to the stairs he whispered,

"He's coming back, Hermione. He has to."

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A/N: There you go. Chapter 2. A little angsty, but hey, Angst is good. Chapter 3, the last one, will be up soon. I hope.

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