Hermione wiped away a tear and turned to follow Harry to a new campsite. She missed you. You had gone after Ron when he stormed off that night in the woods, and you'd accidentally been apparated alongside him. Hermione and Harry were particularly distraught over this because you had always been the one in the group to keep everyone's spirits up when things took turns for the worse. You were one of the kindest souls the three had ever met, they all agreed, and now that you were who-knows-where, Hermione and Harry could feel their emotional strength fading. Without you, they could barely keep themselves hopeful. 

Perhaps soon you'd return to them, and with Ron, hopefully, but for now, all the Boy Who Lived and the Brightest Witch of Her Age could do was keep on moving and hoping.