Hi everyone. This is my first fan fiction story. I really hope you like it, please review and tell me if you think its crap. Oh yeah and I want to devote it to my friend Jess (matchmaker101) for doing a spelling check. Read her stuff too it's great.
Hermione had spent the last half hour wrestling with a common problem. It was the simplest of problems. Her hair. No matter how hard she combed or how much potion she rubbed through it remained a tangled mess. She eventually pulled it back into a simple bunch and collapsed back onto the lid of the toilet seat.
These could possibly have been some of the worst few days of her life. It had been worse than when Ron ran away, worse than fighting death eaters at the ministry of magic. So many people she knew were dead and the whole weight of what she had been doing for the last year collapsed on her. Everything they had done, all the things they had achieved was real in her mind. And then there was Voldemort. The greatest dark wizard of all time had fallen. So why did her heart ache.
The door to the bathroom edged open and Ginny walked in. Her pale cheeks were tracked with red watery lines, her eyes puffy and red. She had very obliviously been crying. Hermione found herself fighting the urge to burst into tears.
Then they heard the familiar sound of Errol the owl crashing into the window and Hermione wondered how something so normal could still happen after so much had changed. She heard a sound that brought the smallest amount of comfort to her heart. It was the familiar sound of Ron thudding down the stairs of the burrow to get the window so Errol could fly in.
Hermione hugged Ginny and the two walked out of the bathroom Ginny slowly ascending the stairs Hermione creeping her way towards the kitchen where she knew Ron would be. She heard the sound of Ginny running into Harry's embrace two floors above as she slid into the dark kitchen. Mrs Weasley had been cooking profusely, her way of fighting the pain but Ron had been hiding in his attic bedroom.
Hermione looked at Ron in the eyes for the first time since Fred's death three days before. He was still 17 years old but his eyes looked as aged and wise as that of an old man that had seen so many days.
"It's from Bill. He says the ministry is all over the place looking for a new minister. That Harry's name had even been tossed around as an option. He... He's organising a funeral for... for" Ron gushed as though he wanted it all out as fast as possible.
Hermione moved to sit next to him and rested her hand on his knee. She moved in and kissed him. It was beautiful and feeling Ron pull away just seconds later pulled at her heart.
"We can't." Ron said.
"What?" Hermione said trying to hide the pain in her voice.
"We can't be happy"
"Why the hell not." She snapped angrily.
"It's not fair on them. On Tonks and Lupin, on Mad Eye, on Fred. We can't be happy while we mourn for them."
"But if we let ourselves break, their killers are winning."
"You don't know what this feels like Hermione."
"Don't I? What about when you ran away, it killed me not knowing how you were, where you were. And the others, I loved them too and I love you. You don't think this is killing me too. But there is still hope for us we can still fight."
"Hermione, we just can't ok not now."
"Not now or not ever?"
"Not never, Hermione, this just isn't the time."
"I cannot believe you Ron. Dumbledore always said love was our greatest weapon. As long as we still loved we had the advantage, as long as we had love we could win." She found herself yelling as tears streamed down her face.
"Hermione, what has loving done for any of us. Look at what's happened to us; look at what happened to Dumbledore. What if love isn't enough to win? Maybe, just maybe this time love isn't winning."
Ok so yeah that's the first chapter, hope you liked it. Once again please review. Sorry it's weird but that's my style!
