Harry Potter: The Death of A Love
"This place still looks the same after what happened here last time." Hermione said to Ron as the walked into the main room of the Shrieking Shack, noticing that the bed was still broken after Snape was hurled into it.
"Did Harry tell you why he wanted to meet us here?" Ron asked noticing that Harry was nowhere in sight.
"No, he just told me to come here at midnight and that it was important."
"Maybe he's just been held up by Malfoy again." A look of loathing came across Ron's face as he said that name.
Soon after Ron had said that both him and Hermione spun around towards the doorway in which they enter, there was the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Harry is that..."
But before Hermione could finish her question a stream of light came blasting at her from outside the door way. She fell to the floor in extreme pain, but instead of lying there, she suddenly sprung up, whipped out her wand and pointed it towards Ron.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" But as Ron said that her mouth didn't move. All she did was indicate towards the doorway in which a dark cloaked figure stood.
A snake-like voice came from the hooded person "I knew you would come if you thought that Harry had something important to say. You are very loyal friends, and you have done a great service to him, but that for me is a problem."
And just as both Hermione and Ron realized who it was the figure shouted "Avada Kedavra" and Hermione fell to the floor lifeless.
Ron ran over to her and fell to his knees next to her body, while still standing in the doorway Voldermort cackled under his breath.
"Hermio... no, this can't be happening, Hermione, wake up..." Ron sobbed as he knelt on the dusty wooden floor clutching her lifeless body. As tears rolled down his face, splashing harmlessly onto Hermione pale face, her dead eyes staring at the ceiling, he leant down on the floor next to her in defeat.
Ron knew that he was trapped in the building with no way out, and with Hermione gone, there was no point in fighting because he had just lost the one thing in life he loved most, her.
With tears still streaming down his cheeks, Ron lent towards Hermione's face and kissed her cold, pinkish lips, still a little shade of life in their colour.
"I love you..." Ron whispered to Hermione, and just as he said that, another wisp of colour came out of Voldermort's wand, Ron too focused on Hermione's face didn't notice the spell coming towards him, instead he just grabbed her cold limp hand, and the curse hit Ron, with his knees bent away from Hermione he fell on her shoulder, his dim eyes still looking at her face, forever staring at her with all the love of his heart.