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Taking Her Away
She is beautiful, as she rests her head on his shoulder. She moans his name softly, the way she says his name is with pure love. And yet he hates it. He hates the fact that he goes to her. He'll sleep with her, even if he's not sure there'll be a tomorrow. He hates the fact that he is willing to sacrifice her. He hates the fact that he is willing to hurt her, because he wanted a night of pleasure.
She kisses him gently. She kisses him in a passion so deep. A passion that goes deeper than the deepest oceans. She gives him a kiss that she will never give another human being again. And he feels terrible, because he does not deserve her love. He does not deserve her soft, passionate kisses. He will be dead tomorrow, and if not tomorrow, than the next day. And if he loves her like this now, her misery will be enormous when he is gone, and can no longer make love with her.
She looks at him. When she sees him, she smiles. A grand smile. A smile that makes her look even more gorgeous. He cannot bear it though. He cannot bear that this could be the last smile she ever smiles. He cannot bear it being the last time he ever sees her smile. He cannot beare the idea of taking away her smile from the earth. He cannot bear seeing a frown be her face's permanent facial figure. He cannot bear being the one responsible for any of this.
He mutters her name, calling her 'his'. She laughs at the idea of being his. She laughs a sound of beauty, a sound that sounds as if it is the phoenix singing. He feels cursed by taking the sound away from the earth. He feels like he is You-know-who, and that he is killing innocent people. He does not want to be the most hated man in the earth. He doesn't want to be.
She notices something's wrong, and asks him. He does not respond at first. She pressures him, he does not respond again. He can tell she wants to know, but he's not sure if he can explain. She looks him in the eye, and whispers that she loves him. This was what he was afraid of. He did not want her to fall in love with him. It would only hurt her more. He started crying.
She looked at him, and fell into his arms. She begged her to tell him, but he shook his head, crying. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried, probably when Ginny had died. She hugged him, and whispered to him. Encouraging words that she thought would help. They didn't help. They made it worst, and she didn't seem to understand that every word she said was making him die a little bit more.
The next morning, he walked out to the battlefield. He fought side by side with Harry. He killed a few death eaters, but his thoughts were on her. She was probably waking up now. She was probably wondering where he was. He spent so much time considering this, he didn't hear Bellatrix Lestrange scream, "Crucio!"
He felt an instant jet of pain. And then he heard 'Avada Kedavara' and the pain stopped. Bellatrix was dead, and after the fight he went back to Hermione and made love to her again, and continued to struggle with his demons.
That's my first Ron/Hermione. Tell me what you think. I'm not sure. I just felt inspiration, so I wrote it. Review. Tell me what you think good or bad?
- Falling Up