Longing
Off to the interior of the Burrow, you are faced with Miss Hermione Granger, sitting upon the ground, outside of Mr. Ronald Weasley's room. The girl knocks on the door, tear stains bury her face, and she mutters the words, "Open the door, Ron. Please." And yet, the silence carries on throughout the house except for her constant mutterings. The others are out getting ready for the party or already at the party, waiting for it to start. The brunette hoped that Ron would come out soon though; she couldn't bare handling this on her own. And yet, they haven't even talked about that kiss yet; in the Room of Requirement.

"Open the door, Ron. Please. I can't do this by myself, I need you." Hermione pleaded, it wasn't usual for her to beg. She usually could handle things on her own but not now. Not with her parents still in Australia, hopefully, and with all the tension from after the war.

She heard a quiet sniffle on the other side of the door and Ron's voice. She had thought he was talking to her but she had been mistaken, he was just putting more enchantments upon the door to lock himself in...or lock her out from him.

Hermione stood up and banged on the door as hard as she could. "I. Can't. Believe. You. Ronald. Weasley!" She screamed, running down the stairs; into Ginny's room, passing Molly Weasley who tried to help her; but Hermione just ignored her.

Molly Weasley walked up to Ron's room, disturbed by Hermione's ignorance of her. "Ronald, I will be expecting you at the party in ten minutes. If you're not there, you will be breaking some people's hearts." She said, mostly implying Hermione but her own as well. She hadn't seen her own son in a week. "Especially someone dear to you."