"You’re not mad, Hermione. You’re just..." Harry hesitated. "lonely. And we’re all lonely." She looked at him and saw him staring into the depth of the trees as well. "I miss Ginny with all of my heart and I would lie if I said I never thought about bursting into Hogwarts to get her to run away with me." A weak smile appeared on his face before his gaze turned to her. "Not that I would actually do it, but as much as you and Ron are my family, she has brought a whole other meaning to that word and I can’t wait to grow old with her."