So, this is my first ever FanFiction. Hopefully you'll like it! :) I don't own any of the characters in this.
She looked out the window, and it was dark again. She had lost track of the time that she had spent in this room, looking out the window, embracing the light of day and shying away from the dark. She had been like this since the Battle of Hogwarts; the things that she had seen, no-one should ever have to see. Of course, she was one of the lucky ones – she was alive and so many were not. So many had given up their lives so that Voldemort could be defeated and those left behind could live normally, happily, and no longer in fear. It was a nice thought, but she had been plagued with nightmares, the happiness she had felt when Voldemort was defeated had ebbed into feeling absolutely nothing. Anger bubbled within her: she hated what she had become. Her best friends did not know how to help her, and she did not know how to help herself. Firewhiskey helped, so she poured a glass and allowed herself to feel the burning as the drink slipped down her throat.
"Hermione?" A voice said, at the door. She glanced up, trying to focus on the figure at the door. It was a figure she knew well, and one that she did not want to see.
"Go away, Ron," she spat out.
"No," he said as he moved closer to her. "I will not go away, Hermione. You need someone, I need you!"
"Ron, please…" she pleaded. She looked into his eyes, and she could see she was hurting him. The kiss they had shared during the Battle had led to nights spent losing themselves in eachother after the Battle was finished. He was still the same Ron, at least he seemed it. He looked at her with love and sadness, not knowing what to do. He moved closer to her and sat across from her on the windowsill.
"Hermione…" he whispered, as he pulled her towards him. Their lips brushed together and Hermione found her body responding while her brain was wanting to pull away. She was drunk, and she could not use Ron like this. He deepened the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair and Hermione could feel the desperation. He wanted to connect, he wanted to have what they shared after the battle and she could not understand why she did not want it. It just wasn't enough anymore. She broke away and moved to the other side of the room, arms wrapped around herself in a protective, rather than defensive, gesture.
"Ron, please leave. I love you…I loved you. But I can't do this anymore. We can't do this anymore" She instantly saw the hurt in his eyes as he stayed put.
"Hermione, do you realise how much it hurts to see you this way? I know that you have nightmares, I know that you're damaged, but you have to realise that you are not the only one who is going through things! I lost my brother and I lost people that I loved, but I am trying to live because they can't anymore! The longer you stay here, the more you are losing yourself and the more I wish that you had died that night too, then at least you wouldn't be like this, and I could love and remember you as you were, rather than having to know you as you are now. You're right, I can't do this anymore. I think you should leave," Ron shouted, emotion threatening to break his voice. He moved swiftly from the room and the door slammed behind him. Hermione slid down the wall, and for the first time in a while, she felt emotion. And by God, she wished that she didn't.
She looked out the window and could see the sun rising. Hermione had always thought that this was one of the most beautiful times of the day, but now she looked at it with disdain. Something as beautiful as a sunrise is only ever fleeting. She moved over to the bed, where her trunk sat, fully packed with all of her belongings. Hermione wasn't sure of where she was going, but she knew that she needed to leave the Burrow. Ron wished she was dead, and she couldn't stay when he felt like that. She used magic to move the trunk down to the kitchen, where she found George sitting at the kitchen table. He looked up at her.
"Going somewhere?" He said.
"Anywhere but here, George. I can't stay, Ron doesn't want me here anymore, and I don't blame him"
"Where will you go? Do you have anyone else?" George said, eyes full of concern. Grief was etched in his face, and it was a stark reminder of the sacrifices that those who died in the Battle had made.
"You know me, George. Cleverest witch in my year, I'll figure something out," she said, with a small smile on her face. He chuckled, stood up and walked over to her.
"I have absolutely no doubt that you need to go, and that you'll manage, but we're still here," he said as he drew her in for a hug. Hermione sighed.
"I know. I'll miss you all and I'm sorry for the way I've acted. Your family's loss has been so much more than mine," she whispered, looking at the floor.
"Hermione, you're part of this family. We just don't want to lose you either," he said.
"You won't," Hermione said with a smile. "I need this. I'll send you an owl when I'm settled. Tell R-, everyone that I love them and I'm sorry."
"I will. Now, go!" George said, almost pushing her out the kitchen door. As the cold wind whipped around her face, she took a deep breath, and she started to feel alive for the first time in a while. Looking back at the Burrow, she could have sworn she saw the curtains on Ron's window twitching. She turned back to face out over the hill, and apparated to The Leaky Cauldron before Ron was able to run out of the door and stop her.
So, that's my first chapter over! What do you think? Please rate and review!