hi guys! this is my first story. hope you like it.
SLAM!
I quickly shut the door to the fourth floor lavatory. It's almost useless, as no other students wander up here, but I'm not taking any chances.
Hermione Jean Granger. 7th year Gryffindor. War Veteran. Recipient of an Order of Merlin, first class. Brains of the golden trio. The brightest witch of her age.
Never she thought that being manically depressed will join those titles. Those useless titles. She laughs humorlessly. People probably expected that she'll carry on just fine after everything that happened. Well, they thought wrong. She had never been the same, ever since the final battle.
You see, Ronald Weasley left her. after confessing their love, it slipped away through her fingers like water. She almost died that night when she saw Ron being hit with that ghastly green light that is avada kedavra. With a demented fervor, she quickly killed her opponent and rushed to where Ron has fallen.
She dropped to her knees and held Ron.
Ron. Ron. RON! Please don't leave me. You promised me, we still have our future ahead of us. Ron! Ron, you promised me we will buy a house. Ill be your bride. We'll have our own family. Please Ron. Please.
The skies seemed to agree with her grief and cracked loudly as the rain suddenly came pouring. The battle seems to fade away as she clutched Ron tightly to her. Crying sofly. Their happy memories flashing rapidly in her mind.
Distracted with her grief, she never saw the wayward stunner whirring towards her. The last thing she saw before the darkness swallowed her was Ron's blank face.
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