Hermione Granger hesitantly pushed open the creaky cemetary gates and shivered. She clutched the brown paper bag nervously in her left hand, warm aromas arousing the air.
Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she wove her way among the gray slabs, careful of where she trod. Arriving at her destination, she knelt down beside the plot in front of a granite stone that read: Ronald Weasley, beloved husband, son, and brother.
At first Hermione had found it too hard to come, not wanting to believe that she would never see the love of her life ever again. Then, she'd felt compelled to come every day, until her visits became less frequent over time, but more urgent.
"Hi Ron," she whipsered, feeling apprehensive. "I-- I can't believe it's been three years already. I miss you so much. It feels like just yesterday that we were frolicking at the beach, just last week that I was helping you and Harry with our Potions homework...but no, it's been three years."
Hermione paused, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Why!" she screamed to no one in particular, beating her fist on the ground. "Why?" she repeated, softer this time. "Why? Why did you have to leave me? We survived the war, Ron! You promised...that the worst was over, that we would grow old together, that we'd never be seperated ever again. It was just some stupid accident at the Department of Mysteries!" Tears now coursed down her face freely, dripping onto the rectangular section of fairly fresh soil.
"You were bigger than that... you were supposed to live, Ron, live! Remember first year? Remember how you'd won that chess game? Remember in third year, how you hurt your leg? Or getting attacked by those brains in fifth year...you survived them all--" Hermione stopped. This was getting to be too much to bear.
"You -- you lied to me. Now you're gone, forever." A lump formed and grew in her throat. "Each day, living without you by my side has been hell for me, Ronald. What wouldn't I do to have you back, even for a day? An hour? A minute?"
Hermione shook her head-- she knew that it was impossible to bring back the dead. "Damn you, Weasley! Why do you have to have bravado! Why did you have to try and be a hero? Why did you have to answer the plea for help?" Clenching the bag even tighter, she grated, "and for that ungrateful little--" No, she woudn't sink that low. Don't go negative, not now.
Changing tactics, she continued, "It was you, wasn't it? You sent me that dream last night, telling me that it was time to let go, time to move on." A leaf fluttered down, landing on her shoulder. It was all the proof Hermione needed.
"I - I'll try... I think I may have met someone the other day... but they'll never replace you!" Getting to her feet, Hermione placed the brown paper bag on the ground. "I brought you some food..." she said weakly.
"Ron, I'm going away for a while, on a little trip, so I won't be back for a while. I'm sorry, about...everything. But I think I'm ready to move on. Just know, that I'll love you, Ron, forever and always, until the world ceases to exist, and even longer."
With that, Hermione Granger turned and fled, never once looking back, ready to start a new life, to start living without Ron.