It was becoming a memory that could possibly have just been a dream, the idea of him being the other half of her soul. She missed his hands and his slender fingertips as they brushed down her arm in comfort. Hearing his voice as it echoed through her mind was the closest she would get to him now, she repeated his words over and over, from the night at the manor. He said he couldn't live without her but what was he doing now? She hoped he wasn’t in pain and wasn't being tortured. So far whenever she had looked at the map it was just him and Luna, alone in the dungeons while the Death Eaters paced back and forth upstairs or sat down either side of the giant table Hermione knew to be in the dining room. She missed his steel grey eyes as they locked onto hers, providing comfort just from being near. She missed the feel of his skin on hers, being her soulbond his body bought with it a feeling of security like no other. The closest she could get to that feeling now was being wrapped in Theo’s arms. Which is where she found herself upon waking.