Ron and Hermione
After the battle
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Hermione Granger was sitting silently against a cold stone wall, one of the few which was left. That night, it had all finished. Harry had defeated Voldermort. It was over. Except, some could say that it had only just began. The grieving for loved ones had just started. And that would go on forever.
Hermione sighed deeply, running a hand through her bushy brown hair. Why did Fred have to die? Why did Tonks have to die? Why did Lupin have to die? All those thoughts were running through her head. It never crossed Hermione's mind that they would die. She always assumed that Voldermort would die and that would be it. People would go on with their lives. Living happily. Except that wasn't true; she knew that now.
Hermione got up. She knew she needed to comfort Ron. He needed that right now. It was extremely hard for him, and his family. She decide a few minutes before that she should leave them alone, however, now it occured to her that they might actually need her.
She started walking towards the great hall. Along the way, she saw a demolished Hogwarts. Portraits was scattered everywhere, large lumps of stone in every direction. The sight made tears appear in her eyes. "No, dont you start crying," she told herself. "It's hard to comfort someone when you're crying youself." Hermione found Ron sitting on a bench towards the back of the hall. He was away from his family. His face was blotchy, his eyes red. His foot was gently tapping the floor, and he was staring into space.
Hermione made her way over to him. He didn't look up as she sat down beside him. He just kept staring at something that wasn't there. "Are you ok?" She asked him, taking hold of his hand. Ron turned to face her, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Hermione reached over and brushed it away, along with another one, just as it fell. "I could be better," Ron replied. "Fred wouldn't want you like this. He wouldn't want you crying. He would want you celebrating, being happy that Voldermort has finally gone. He would you running around singing, like Peeves is." Ron nodded. Hermione reached over and kissed Rons cheek, then gave him a tight hug, which he returned. Once she pulled away, she looked at him closely. "You're hurt. Shall I go and get Madam Promfrey?" ron shook his head. "It'll heal on its own." He reffered to his arm, which was bleeding quickly. "Ron, you're losing alot of blood." Ron shrugged. Hermione sighed. She didn't want to fight. Not today anyway. On any other occasion, she would have insisted, but today she wouldn't.
