Hermione Granger sat at
the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, sobbing. She had been reading
the Daily Prophet which, apparently, was now printing more truthful
stories. There was a list of 19 Order survivors and Ron was not
amongst them.They had just been married, after all. Just two months
ago. She had been left a widow.
Hermione thought she was the happiest girl in the world. This was the day after her wedding to Ronald Weasley. The photgraph was in her bedroom drawer, all her friends waving at her from it. She twirled her hair playfully for Ron, who was sitting in a sunchair, by the pool, reading once again, Chudley Canons, a history of Quidditch fame. Ron let out a sigh of exhaustion, got up and swept Hermione off her feet. Hermione giggled and then screamed as she was thrown into the pool. She got a hold of her wand. "Accio Ron!" Ron left the ground and fell into her arms. He brushed her hair back gently. The place was deserted for miles...He kissed her nose gently. She shook her wet curls and kissed his ear. He dived into the water with her in his arms now. He was still underwater when he kissed her neck lightly. He kissed her again, a bit further down. They surfaced. Hermione jumped out of his arms, did a handstand in the water and came back up again. Hermione jumped into his arms, not noticing how loose her bikini strap was...
He left me all alone, a widow...
The strap fell off, hell, she didn't care, she was with Ron. "I love you, Ron Weasley." she kissed his upper lip and bit down a bit. "I love you, Miss Granger." said the redhaired prince. He carried her out of the pool and laid her on the sunchair. "Ron, what are you doing?" "I'll be right back, you stay here.I'm getting drinks." "Ok, love."
But he didn't come back...
"HERMIONE, RUN!" she heard. "Oh, Ronald, is it Grawp?" Hermione shouted playfully, not noticing the panic in his voice. "HERMIONE, RUN NOW, IT'S THEM, I'LL HEAD THEM OFF, YOU G--!" she was left hanging, there was a stony silence. Then, she saw a dark, caped figure moving onto their sun deck. "Avada Keda--" but Hermione had Disapparated just in time. She came to the Order Headquarters, threw herself onto her bed and cried.
He left me with his baby...
Hours later, when her eyes were to dry to shed more tears, Hermione Disapparated to her old house. Their old house where everything had been left where it was supposed to be. Hermione moved into the kitchen and started sobbing once more. There lay Ron, silent and immobile. His eyes were wide in shock. There was a half full Margarita glass smashed besides his right hand. "RON!" she flung herself upon her loved one's dead body. "Ron, I loved you, Ron, Ron, it's me, Hermione, please, Ron, please hear me, Ron, wake up, wake UP!" Hermione knew it was foolish for herself to believe it, but she was begging God if there ever was a God. "Please don't let him be dead, oh PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD! RON!" Hermione was sobbing uncontrollably. She kissed Ron's lips, but the life was drained from them. She pressed her ear to his heart, but it had stopped beating. She lay next to him, squeezing his hand so tight she thought it had to bring the life back into him, it had to! "Oh Ron, if only I'd have been there with you, I'd have protected you, I'D HAVE SAVED YOU! Ron, see how hard I'm trying? Come back, come BACK!" Hermione screamed and began sobbing again. Her love was so fierce that it was ripping her inside. She lifted him and brought him to the couch. Half-hoping that it was a sort of Freezing Charm, she pointed her wand and said, "Renervate!", but nothing happened. "Voldemort, I swear revenge on you. For Harry and for Ron." Hermione whispered furiously.
Hermione thought she was the happiest girl in the world. This was the day after her wedding to Ronald Weasley. The photgraph was in her bedroom drawer, all her friends waving at her from it. She twirled her hair playfully for Ron, who was sitting in a sunchair, by the pool, reading once again, Chudley Canons, a history of Quidditch fame. Ron let out a sigh of exhaustion, got up and swept Hermione off her feet. Hermione giggled and then screamed as she was thrown into the pool. She got a hold of her wand. "Accio Ron!" Ron left the ground and fell into her arms. He brushed her hair back gently. The place was deserted for miles...He kissed her nose gently. She shook her wet curls and kissed his ear. He dived into the water with her in his arms now. He was still underwater when he kissed her neck lightly. He kissed her again, a bit further down. They surfaced. Hermione jumped out of his arms, did a handstand in the water and came back up again. Hermione jumped into his arms, not noticing how loose her bikini strap was...
He left me all alone, a widow...
The strap fell off, hell, she didn't care, she was with Ron. "I love you, Ron Weasley." she kissed his upper lip and bit down a bit. "I love you, Miss Granger." said the redhaired prince. He carried her out of the pool and laid her on the sunchair. "Ron, what are you doing?" "I'll be right back, you stay here.I'm getting drinks." "Ok, love."
But he didn't come back...
"HERMIONE, RUN!" she heard. "Oh, Ronald, is it Grawp?" Hermione shouted playfully, not noticing the panic in his voice. "HERMIONE, RUN NOW, IT'S THEM, I'LL HEAD THEM OFF, YOU G--!" she was left hanging, there was a stony silence. Then, she saw a dark, caped figure moving onto their sun deck. "Avada Keda--" but Hermione had Disapparated just in time. She came to the Order Headquarters, threw herself onto her bed and cried.
He left me with his baby...
Hours later, when her eyes were to dry to shed more tears, Hermione Disapparated to her old house. Their old house where everything had been left where it was supposed to be. Hermione moved into the kitchen and started sobbing once more. There lay Ron, silent and immobile. His eyes were wide in shock. There was a half full Margarita glass smashed besides his right hand. "RON!" she flung herself upon her loved one's dead body. "Ron, I loved you, Ron, Ron, it's me, Hermione, please, Ron, please hear me, Ron, wake up, wake UP!" Hermione knew it was foolish for herself to believe it, but she was begging God if there ever was a God. "Please don't let him be dead, oh PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD! RON!" Hermione was sobbing uncontrollably. She kissed Ron's lips, but the life was drained from them. She pressed her ear to his heart, but it had stopped beating. She lay next to him, squeezing his hand so tight she thought it had to bring the life back into him, it had to! "Oh Ron, if only I'd have been there with you, I'd have protected you, I'D HAVE SAVED YOU! Ron, see how hard I'm trying? Come back, come BACK!" Hermione screamed and began sobbing again. Her love was so fierce that it was ripping her inside. She lifted him and brought him to the couch. Half-hoping that it was a sort of Freezing Charm, she pointed her wand and said, "Renervate!", but nothing happened. "Voldemort, I swear revenge on you. For Harry and for Ron." Hermione whispered furiously.