A/N: This is my first R/Hr story...just for a warning, some people might think it is sad. I reckon it's how you look at it. I don't think I have to ask anyone to review, because I didn't on my last fanfic and about a million people did anyway. If you flame, it will only keep me warm, and you wouldn't want that would you?
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Hermione Jane Granger.
She was never as beautiful as when she was asleep. Sure, she was beautiful anytime to Ron Weasley (especially when she was angry at him), but she was purely an angel when she was sleeping.
He sighed.
It was the last night before the final battle and Harry Potter and Hermione were asleep while he kept watch. They took turns throughout the night, and actually it was almost Hermione's shift, but even though Ron was about to pass out from exhaustion, he just couldn't bring himself to wake her. How could he interrupt the few hours of peace she had?
But Hermione must have had an inner clock, because she blearily opened one eye and whispered, "Ron...my turn...go to sleep," and sat up stretching.
"'Mione, I'm fine, I'm awake as ever, just lay back down..."
Hermione gave him her signature glare and hissed, "Ron. Don't kid yourself. Go to sleep. Now."
"No. You're not my mother."
Hermione lay back down, rolled over, and in a muffled voice told him where to stick it. Nevertheless, she was back to sleep in a matter of seconds.
Ron smiled.
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Close your eyes, and I will be swimming
Lullabies fill your room, and I will be singing
Singing to only you
Don't forget I'll hold your head
Watch the night sky fading red
He straightened himself up off the wall and walked over to Hermione's sleeping form, and brushed the hair back from her face. He knew how their story was going to end. He knew ever since the giant chess set first year.
"Whatever happens tomorrow, you'll be okay. And you'll be strong."
A tear fell from Ron's eye and landed on Hermione's cheek.
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But as you sleep, and no one is listening
I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking
Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you
Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me
Don't forget I'll hold your head, watch the night sky fading red
Hermione knelt down in front of his grave. It had been three years since Voldemort had been destroyed, and she still blamed herself for Ron's death.
Ron had been brilliant. He had taken down at least six Death Eaters on his own. But when Voldemort had aimed a killing curse at Hermione, Ron had to act the hero.
Hermione couldn't cry. She didn't have any tears left after three years.
'Why did I have to go with them? Why couldn't I listen to Harry and Ron and stay behind? But I had to fight too. If only I wasn't there, Ron wouldn't have taken the curse in my place. Who am I kidding...I would never have left them. I would never have left Ron.'
Hermione willed herself to stand. She was going to be strong. For Ron.
But as you sleep, and no one is listening
I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking
Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you
Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me
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