A/N I have always wanted to do a Dramione in Ron's perspective. There is not a lot of TRUE Dramione but, what the heck?
DISCLAIMER! HARRY POTTER IS NOT MINE! I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT.
Their eyes locked.
Hers filled with tears because of the trauma.
His filled with salt, being the ignorant, but adorable, Slytherin Prince
Mine, filled with regret and anger, for letting him take him.
She left me. She left me and went to the ferret. She left me and went to the ferret and said yes. SHE LEFT ME AND WENT TO THE FERRET, SAID YES, AND HAD CHILDREN! I want to kill him. I want to tear him apart. He stole Hermione Jean Granger, the love of my life. He is Draco blumming Malfoy. I was invited to their wedding, and being the humble(NOPE) man i was, I said yes. I saw Draco take her. She was stunning! A sleeveless dark green wedding dress, with lace covering her neck and arms. She was gorgeous. And she said yes. To him.
2 years before
Through texts
Mione?
Yes?
Will you marry me?
...
Well?
...
So no?
...
Fine!
What?
I asked...
Wait Ron, don't ask me, I don't want you to propose to me this way.
Nevermind...
You know what.. I am breaking up with you.
WHAT?!
You can read! I AM BREAKING UP WITH YOU!
No. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .no!
NO!
Those 6 words haunt me. I see them in my dreams. My wake. My death. My name is Ronald Weasley. I am a dead spirit.