April Coping || Ron and Hermione
It was early April, the snow receding to bring in the warmth of spring. The weather had drawn her out of doors, welcoming the splendor with a smile, It had been a harsh winter, both in her, and in the world. She had not heard from Ron in days and she was giving him his room, she knew he was mourning, but at the same time, she was afraid. For him, afraid that this weekend, the date that it often used to commemorate had driven him back to his depths and she was frightened that when she did check on him this afternoon, it would be the man she divorced in his flat, not the man she was getting to know again.
Hermione walked up to his flat, taking in a breath, ready to face a world of darkness, like she did once when they were at war, leaving the warmth and comfort of a family to dive headfirst into a storm. No matter what lie on the other side of that door, she took spring with her, much like she took her parents with her when she walked into that battlefield. Her fist came up to the door and rapt, once, twice, thrice and she let it drop her voice raising in it's place.
"Ron, are you home?" She called through the wood, praying for the best but ready for the worst.