Author's Note: No I don't own Harry Potter or the quote "There is a thin line between love and hate". No matter how much I wish I did I don't, so read the story, review and enjoy.
Ron Weasely and Hermione Granger sat alone at the burrow exactly one year after the war. Tears were cascading down Hermione's face as she cried into Ron's shoulder. Ron reached his arms around her, and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Shh darling; It is long, long over." Ron had matured very much in the past year. So much, that he was almost an entirely different person. His emotions had become deep and layered. He never showed them to anyone, but instead kept them bundled up inside him.
"It isn't over Ron… it has only just begun. It will never be over, it is the first of many battles," said Hermione; her voice breaking ever now and then.
"That it may be, but until the next battle we can wait and enjoy the moment." He leaned in to kiss her. Their lips connected, but there was no spark. Hermione did not kiss back, she just sat there.
" 'Mione?" He backed away from her. "What is wrong?"
"I'm sorry Ron. I can't do this…This relationship." She looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze.
"Why?" was all the he could manage to say.
"Because, I love Draco." She paused and took in a deep breath. "All these years I though that I was feeling hatred, but it was love. I'm sorry." She glanced at his face. It was tear stained, but he was not crying. He stood up and flew the door open.
"OUT! IF YOU LOVE HIM SO MUCH, THEN GO FING HIM AND LIVE WITH HIM!" As Hermione reached the door she said one last sorry.
Hermione went to Australia to find Draco, and visit her parent graves. They died five months after the war when two death eaters chased them down, and killed them. Her first stop was to visit Draco.
She opened the door to the run down museum and saw the light of a wand. She hoped it was Draco or she would be in a lot of trouble.
"Draco? It is me… Hermione!" She heard a loud crash followed by a few swear words.
"Don't do that to me! Who gave you the idea that shouting out my name was a good idea anyway?"
"Yeah, sorry about that." She bit her lip. "So, how are you?"
"Fine… how is that Weasely kid?" he asked nonchalantly.
"He—he is not so fine," she paused longer than necessary, and then said. "I broke up with him, for you."
"Hermione, there is a thin line between love and hate. You must have fallen on the wrong side because loving me equals death."
"Then let every night be a splendid one."
Draco put his lips on Hermione's. At first they were calm and sweet, then aggressive and greedy. Their hands roamed each others bodies, begging for more. By the end of the night, they were asleep on the bed entangled in each others arms.
Hermione and Draco were at the grave yard. Hermione was kneeling by the graves, praying to God, hoping that the message would get through. She stood up to see Ron right behind her, and Draco on his back writhing in pain.
"Say goodbye to your boyfriend! Avada Kedavera!" Hermione screamed as she saw her soul mate fall to the ground. "Now my little sweet heart… your turn". The blinding ray of green light hit her, and she fell to the ground next to him.
Ron left the bodies where they were, for some unknown stranger to stumble upon. As for himself, since he was on the way to hell anyway. He thought that it might as well be fun.