DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT QUEEN JK ROWLING THUS I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. EXCEPT THIS PLOT. NONETHELESS ENJOY

I grinned flirtingly at Ron as my dad guided me down the aisle with my arm hooked on his. Ron blushed, flashing back a huge grin as Harry – the best man - rolled his eyes playfully. I chuckled softly. Passing by happy familiar faces made me smile back at them; even my previous professors were here. I was extremely happy at that.

Arriving at the front of the altar, my dad gazed lovingly at me with tears clouding his eyes. Smiling, he placed my hand on Ron's who faced me and whispered "Take care of my baby, alright?" I whined quietly at my dad and Ron nodded, a serious look plastered upon his face.

"I certainly will, for the rest of my life." My dad chuckled and the priest cleared his throat, indicating the start.

Before the priest could speak, several flashes of black fog came bursting through the church doors, earning everyone's attention and immediately drawing out their wands. Swiftly taking out my wand from my garter, I stood in defense. Pops of apparation filled the air, and I saw instantly that my parents were gone with Luna while the rest began throwing hexes at the unwelcome Death Eaters.

Ron was instantly pulling me behind him, but I refused to let him face this by himself as a familiar Death Eater faced us. I looked around, everyone was battling with someone, but the Death Eaters were outnumbered. No one was hurt…yet.

The one facing us cackled evilly. "Well well. What a fancy wedding this is for a Weasley." The dark haired witch sneered. "It hurts my feelings that I wasn't invited."

"Bellatrix!" Ron hissed throwing a hex at her as I followed up the next; both failing to hit her.

Laughing loudly, she started throwing several hexes one after another. "Still friendly hexes, children? You need to learn how to use unforgi-"

Failing to see the green flash of light come from behind her, she slumped lifeless on the floor. Ron and I gasped facing our saviour who was still battling with another Death Eater. Neville Longbottom.

"That witch bought her time enough," He said over his shoulder, glancing at the dead body as we all battled with other Death Eaters who were falling rapidly.

Then, an unfamiliar burgundy hex shot out from the tip of the Death Eater behind Neville. Appearing to be pointed at Neville, Ron pulled him away, but instead was instead pointed at Ron.

Attempting to deflect it immediately, my world seemed to crack apart as I saw the curse hit Ron square on his chest.

Ron fell with a loud thud on the floor writhing in pain as everyone else finished up with the other Death Eaters.

"RON!" Neville and I screamed. Sprinting towards him near the first row of chairs, I kneeled down and examined him. A shout of victory was heard from behind us, but neither of us turned. I could care less now; I needed to see what happened to my husband.

There were scurry of feet around us and loud gasps. Someone immediately started to sob and saw Harry and the Weasleys kneel down, examining Ron. George and Mrs. Weasley looked the most pained and they looked at me with pure utter sorrow.

Not yet. Don't give me that look as if there wasn't anything to do.

"Hermione, dear…" Mrs. Weasley whispered.

Ron started to convulse violently, his eyes turning blood-shot red. To say I was frightened is an extreme understatement.

"Damn, I'm so sorry…I d-didn't mean t-to-" Neville stuttered. I shushed him immediately, glaring.

"It's not your fault, Neville!" Attempting to sound calm, but failed, "I would do the same thing my husband did…if I was only fast enough to deflect it." My voice faltered.

"Hermione…" Neville said, a deep frown on his face.

"If only I knew what hit hi-" then Ron sputtered out blood from his mouth. Then a gurgle followed.

"RON!" I choked, Neville and Harry helped sit him up and he vomited blood. I heard a muttered spell – Mrs. Weasley or Madam Pomfrey - that helped him stop vomiting the blood, but still flowed freely out the corner of his mouth.

I rubbed his back soothingly, "You're fine, Ron. You're just alright, we can fix this." Hearing my voice, he turned to face me and I saw the blue shine in his eyes come back, and his hand shakingly reach for my face. I clasped it in mine and held it upon my cheek. Before the feeling of contentment surfaced in me, his hand ran cold, his eyes glazed, and a quiet rush of breath came out from his lips. I heard sharp intake of breaths while mine never came.

Stunned, my ears rang, blocking out other sounds as I intently focused on my husband.

"Ron? RON?" His hand felt heavy in mine.

Shaking him violently, I whispered hoarsely, "Ron? Don't do this please!" No answer, no twitch…nothing. Waterfall of tears streamed down my cheeks and onto my wedding dress. "Please, come back to me. Please. T-This…"

Eerie silence.

Quivering, I fell on his body, cradling his face in my hands. My face inches away from him I whispered "THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" Over and over, clutching his dress shirt. "GOD RON! COME BACK TO ME!"

I heard a few other sobs. Harry, George and Ginny embraced me as we still sought any hint of life from Ron's face. I gasped for a breath.

We didn't get to say 'I do'. We didn't get a chance to say our vows to seal our eternal life together with a kiss. My life…my life is over. Ron I love you.

There was a soft hush, and gentle rub at my back. "Hermione, let go." Ginny whispered between tears. I shook my head that was placed on Ron's still chest.

Whispers and moans of pity reverberated throughout the destructed church, enhancing the feeling of dread that was creeping upon my chest.

Not even knowing how long I sobbed on his chest, someone was prying me off him. I shoved them away as I held my love.

"Dear, we've got to…clean up." My own mother said. They must've taken her back here.

I'm not leaving him.

"You're not. He'll always be with you, Hermione."

I shook my head. A long period of silence followed.

"He wouldn't want you to be this sad, Hermione."

How can I not be? I love this man with all my being.

Not even hearing my parents' "We'll leave you alone for a few minutes," I gazed at Ron's pale but perfect face. Combing his fiery mane to the side, I whispered my love over and over at him, wiping the blood of his lips with my other hand, I felt a warm haze surround me, expelling my breath off my lips like after a sudden kiss. I stared at Ron, and bent down to kiss his lips with all that I can. Drops of my tears fell on his face and I wiped them off. Saying one last goodbye and stood up.

I left the reason of my existence behind me, my feelings, and Hermione Granger at the very back of my cold heart.

Murdering every single Death Eater is now the only reason for my existence.

Hermione Granger no longer exists.