"Avada Kedavra!" Hermione felt her heart shatter as Ron's body seemed to fall in slow motion.
It was a year after the war and they had let their guard down just for once. Ron had wanted to go out, just the two of them. It was unexpected, but he had seemed so excited, that boyish grin winning her over as it had for years. They had been having a wonderful time and he kept her laughing and rolling her eyes at his many jokes. He had been right at the punch line when they heard yelling outside The Leaky Cauldron. Like the Gryffindor he was, Ron had grabbed his wand and jumped up to find the cause. Hermione followed him as she always had. Curses were flying and people were scattering; it was utter chaos. When Ron went down, time slowed to a stop. Hermione had seen death, they all had, but she had never expected this. As she held his body, she waited for that punch line, she waited for someone to tell her that this wasn't real. They had thought the death was over, that they could finally relax. She had kept her friends alive and out of trouble for so long, but she had failed this time. The brightest witch of her age could do nothing as the boy who had been one of her only friends and then something more, lay expressionless in her arms.
A/N: This is my first fanfic so please be nice! Hope you liked it!
