Disclaimer - Harry potter does not belong to me . He and the others all belong to j.k rowling .
A/n - This is slash . So if you don't like yaoi or gay guys then you should leave now! Thank you
Ron . . .
The war was over . Voldemort was dead and along with him so many others. Including you . My lover , my friend , and yet I can't remember much about how it happened . The final battle . The day I lost you forever . I've pushed it all to the back of my mind for so long that the memory is nothing more than a mental mist . All I can remember is a haze of magic and smoke , and bright jets of light . I remember watching you , as you stood face to face with the dark lord himself . I remember seeing his body turn to smoke and ash . The war was over and we had won . I can still remember the bodies . So many bodies . Dead . The war had claimed so many . Though the ground was riddled with corpses and the sky was gray there was relief . You smiled like I never saw you smile before and you were smiling right at me . I thought everything would be ok . How wrong I was .
" Harry !" Hermione screamed pointing at something or someone I didn't see . Suddenly , there was a spark of red light and your chest burst open . I watched in horror as you fell to your knees . I turned around and to my shock there standing on top of a rock , a sneer planted firmly on his face was Draco Malfoy , he was supposed to be dead . Killed by the Ministry or so everyone said . I raised my wand quickly with every intent on killing the snarky bastard but my legs gave out and I fell onto the ground . This is the end . I remember thinking . There was a blue flash of light and then screaming but I can't remember who it was . I looked over at you . You were covered in blood and pale as snow . I grabbed your hand and you smiled . Your gaze was soft and with blood cover lips you whispered . "I love you ." The last thing I remember is tears streaming down your face and then nothing but darkness.
It's been five years since then and I have long since left the wizarding world . I've moved from our small flat and into a house in South London . Hermione and Ginny come to visit me , every now and again . I've found a job and somehow manage to keep myself bussy but when the nights get cold and I'm lying alone in my bed , I think of you . Your warm hand on my chest , Your unruly hair and big bright green eyes . The way your eyes narrowed and watered when you going to cry , when they lit up when I was around and I remember most vividly the way they would glaze over with lust when you climaxed . I miss you so very much . I feel so empty . So alone . Even though I feel this way , something keeps me from falling to the ground . Something keeps moving me along , though I don't know what it is . What is the use in living when I have nothing to live for ?