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Title: Three Decembers
Rating: R (for later parts)
Warning(s): Het, Slash, Substance abuse, Poly relationship, small amount of Teacher/Student, Character Death (post and pre)
Ship(s): Harry/Hermione/Draco, Harry/Hermione, Harry/Draco, Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Draco, some implied Harry/Severus
Summary: In the December of his sixth year at Hogwarts, Ronald Weasley died. Throughout the year afterwards Hermione and Harry turned to eachother (platonically) for support. Then Draco comes along and new feelings are introduced, secrets revealed, and friendships and relationships both end and begin. Takes place 7th year and ignores all occurences in HBP.
Author Notes: The first part starts off with Hermione writing in her new journal. This is not the way the entire story is told- just specific parts. Please feel free to correct any mistakes in a comment. When all parts are complete I will be posting this as a one-shot. Everything is in its working stages. Nothing is final.
Three Decembers
By Emerald Riddle 2006
Part I: Prologue
Hermione Granger chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip as she looked outside of her window. Snow gently fell from the sky and onto the slopes of white that were the Hogwarts grounds. She rose her hands to rub the sleep from her eyes and was startled to find tears running down her cheeks. She wiped away the tears, looking down at the quill she had poised above a stack of parchment. Silently, she bowed her head and in the candlelight, began to write.
Dearest Journal,
It was last December when Ron died. The year has been hard to get through; extremely hard. Sometimes it seems that whenever I close my eyes I see that bright green light enveloping him, stealing the life out of his body, and slowly fading. I awake sometimes, sweating and crying, remembering it.
Hermione paused in her writing for a moment; thinking.
It's hard.
She paused again.
However, it's getting better.
Harry and I were only sixth years, we shouldn't have had to see our best friend die! We should not have had to learn how to live without him. Yet, somehow we did. We learned-
Hermione frowned and scratched that out.
We coped, and we are still learning. The hole is still there, no matter how many things we do to fill it in, and I am afraid it will never be completely gone. Sometimes I am afraid it will be gone. Sometimes I'm afraid that I'll forget him.
It is a hard thing to explain. For about as long as I can remember we were three. Now that there are only two of us, there's this huge gap where Ron used to be. There is no replacement for Ron; there never could be. Nor do we want one. I just wish we could fill in the emptiness I know we both feel. We want balance, and that is what Ron always provided us with. Is it really so surprising that Harry and I grew closer?
Hermione pondered that last statement and concluded that it wasn't, and that nobody should have really expected anything else.
We have never dated, and we've been best friends for years, but now it is somehow… different. The best example for us would be Fred and George. Twins. Always together, always connected. Deep down inside, I just know it is unhealthy. Two people should not cling so desperately to each other after a tragedy. Harry… He's worse off than I am. He's hiding his emotions inside, I can tell.
Hermione wiped more tears off of her cheeks and glanced at the tear splattered parchment. She added one more line before going to sleep.
I miss Ron.
Author's Note: Oh, my. I haven't been updating my account much, now have I? I honestly haven't been writing much fanfic recently, but I'm hopeful that with more free time, I'll get back into the routine. I have many fanfics to finish (coughHazardousSanitycough). Anyway, welcome me back to fic with a few reviews, please! There's some more of this prewritten!