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Hermione's soft sigh echoed through the small room as she looked outside the window. As she had predicted, it was in fact raining once again. The perfect droplets of water rested on the window sill reminding Hermione of the restless nights she spent watching the rain back at Hogwarts. How long ago had that been? It felt like all eternity. Not like the weather mattered to Hermione now, seeing as she hadn't stepped outside the confinements of her own home in almost over a month. Two years ago, Hermione had lost one of her best friends in the war against Voldemort. She should have had been there fighting beside him, she should of died beside him, but he was alone. Now she felt as if she was floating through life, just barely getting by. When the anniversary of Ron's death came Hermione's first reaction was to shut herself away from the rest of the world for the third time.
Slowly getting up, Hermione walked over to the table nearby. Flipping through various unopened letters from family and friends she finally found the one letter that meant the most to her. Ron's last letter to Ginny. Actually the letter was meant to be a precaution, just in case something happened to him. Taking out the piece of parchment, Hermione skimmed over the hastily written words and wondered if Ron had been in a hurry while writing, if he had possibly known that he would not survive.
Dear Ginny, I don't know what's going to happen. But if anything goes wrong I want for you to promise me that you will make sure that everyone else is okay, including yourself. Hermione hasn't spoken to me in weeks. I don't blame her, but I need for you to take care of her. She deserves someone who will complete her. Don't let her make the grave mistake of not loving fully. Find her someone perfect, someone who will take her for who she is. I wish that I could be that man for her, but in the light of the events to come I can't be positive of what's in store for me. Love, Ron
Tears swelled up in Hermione's eyes as she fought the urge to scream. How could she have been so cold hearted? She never allowed for herself to let go, to be free. She had loved Ron with her whole heart, and yet she had never told him. In a way it had been obvious that she was in love with him to everyone around them, but how could that possibly make her feel better? Hermione had known that Ron loved her, and yet she still blamed him for every stupid mistake that he had ever made. She couldn't get over herself before and now she had lost him forever. Ron had matured so much during the war, if only she would have given him a chance. If only she could have swallowed her pride. Hermione took a deep breath and thought back to the last memory she had of Ron.
"Why can't you be a bit more appreciative?" screamed Hermione, pointing her finger at Ron. "What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Ron screamed back, obviously getting defensive. "You know what! You think that you can just go fight and leave me here waiting, not even bothering to tell me." "It's for your own good! You think that I want to see you hurt? I've seen how things turn out. I can't let you be a part of that." "Oh please Ron, don't even try to give me that. I can protect myself, I want to help. How do you think I feel sitting here knowing that you and Harry are out there, especially when I'm supposed to be there fighting." "I'm sorry Hermione, but I am not going to let you come with us. I refuse," declared Ron. "Then leave! Leave and don't come back until it's all over and done with, I can't take having you coming and going. It drives me insane, it breaks my heart," sobs escaped Hermione as she tried to contain herself. "Hermione, you know that I have to do this," justified Ron, walking over to Hermione and lifting her chin up so that she faced him. "I understand, but there can be nothing between us right now," whispered Hermione, as if breaking up whatever relationship they had.
The rest of the memory was filled with heartache, worry, tears, and regret. Hermione didn't exactly know why she chose to not be with Ron. Deep inside she had known that he was right. He was trying to guard her. Or maybe she had been afraid. Afraid of finally having Ron, but losing him to the war. How selfish. Had Ron died thinking that she had not loved him? Laying down Hermione pulled the covers over her, trying to block out any source of light. Sleep. She needed sleep.
But not even in her dreams could Hermione escape reality. She tossed and turned dreaming of Ron. Ron walking her down the aisle. Walking her down the aisle to marry someone else. A stranger with a blank face.