A/N: I don't want to have to keep reminding you all that I don't own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter, It'll just depress me.
Alone. That's how I felt right now. Utterly and totally alone. The war was over and everyone was celebrating the downfall of Voldemort but for me, all that was there was an inescapable feeling of loneliness. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see my father and sister. Wanted to run wild through the woods, see my grandmother and hunt with Legolas. I wanted to live again. I sighed and gazed into the mirror, wishing to see some of the elf that I knew I was looking back.
"Mya!" Ginny's voice rang out, as she came bursting into the room. I looked at her, surprised to see her in tears.
"What's wrong, Gin?" I asked her, though I thought I knew.
"Harry, just told me he doesn't love me. That I will never have his heart completely." She sobbed, collapsing on the bed next to the vanity where I sat. I reached over and touched her briefly on the shoulder. Her pain was intense.
"I'm sorry, Gin." I said, as soothing as I could.
"Why doesn't he love me?" She cried.
"I don't know," I answered, "while we were on the run, we had a lot of time to think about what we both wanted in life. I knew that I could never be with Ron the way he wanted me, maybe Harry came to the same conclusion about you." Ginny looked at me disbelievingly.
"You don't want Ron?" There was a hint of scorn in her voice. "Why not?"
"He's just not what I want out of life, Gin. He has a temper, he isn't all that loyal and I don't want to be with him. Besides, there's someone else." I answered, thinking about the tall, blonde haired elf that my father had arranged for me to marry. Ginny glared at me, all tears forgotten.
"Is it Harry?" She asked, accusingly.
"No!" I said, surprised that she would think that, even though Harry was amazing at just about everything and part of me secretly did want him, but would never admit it. "'Why would you think that?"
"Well, it's hard not to. You don't want Ron. Harry doesn't want me," Ginny stated. "The natural conclusion is that you want each other."
"Ginny, all I want is to go home." I said completely honestly. "I'm not even thinking about a romantic relationship with anyone."
"Oh, yeah, you have to find your parents, don't you?" Ginny asked me. I nodded feeling guilty at the lie. My parents didn't really exist here, but I would take any excuse to get out of the argument with Ginny Weasley. "When are you gonna leave to find them?"
"I'm leaving in a week." I answered her, figuring a week would give me plenty of time to say my goodbyes and get rid of my things. She nodded and walked out of our room. I couldn't help but feel that she didn't quite believe me. 'It doesn't matter,' I thought. 'In a week, I'll be home.'
3rd person POV
Ginny ran down the stairs happily. 'She's leaving, Hermione's leaving.' Was all she thought. It was time to start implementing her plan.