Disclaimer: I do not own any of this material, I left that to the stupendous J.K. Rowling.

Author's Notes: Ok, so this is my VERY FIRST fanfic, so try not to be to harsh of a critic, but PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE review me, I am desperate for feedback, especially from a certain Bubbles23

Chapter One: Flashback

Hermione knelt at the snow-covered gravestone, fighting tears as she looked at the words carved into it:
Ronald Bilius Weasley
Beloved husband, brother, and son.
March 16, 1980—July 27, 2003

A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek as she remembered that day, the day she had lost everything.

A three-months-pregnant Hermione opened the front door to see a Ministry official standing on the front porch. "May I help you?"
"Are you Mrs. Hermione Weasley?"
"Yes, I am," she said.
"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, but your husband has had a terrible accident. He's in St. Mungo's. His Healer has requested that you come at once."
Hermione paled, holding onto the door for support. "Ron," she whispered. "No. Please, no. No, no, no, no, NO! NO! RON!" By the time she was done, she was screaming.
The official held out his arm to Apparate her there, and she took his arm with shaking fingers, forgetting her Healer's warning not to Apparate in her first half of pregnancy.
They landed in Ron's room. He lay, heavily bandaged and unconscious, on a bed. His face was the only part of him that was not bandaged, and he was unrecognizable; his skin was red and blistering, and one of his hands was missing.
Hermione rushed to his side. "Ron! Oh, what's happened to him?" she cried as the official left.
"Well, I assume you know he works at Gringott's, since you're his wife," the Healer said. After Hermione nodded, he went on. "He was attacked by a dragon. He was placing something in one of the high security vaults, and the dragon attacked him."
"Will he be all right?" she begged.
The Healer was silent. Finally, he spoke quietly. "With this much damage, he most likely has only a few hours left at most, perhaps only minutes. There's nothing more we can do for him; the burn ointment won't heal his wounds in time, there's too much damage for it to work quickly enough. I'm very sorry. I'll leave you alone to say your goodbyes."
As he left the room, Hermione began sobbing. She stared at his mangled face, willing him to open his eyes. His breaths were shallow, rapid, and uneven. She sat there for an hour, crying, until finally, he opened his right eye.
"Er…my…nee…" he croaked.
"I'm here, Ron," she whispered, taking his hand. "I love you."
"Kiss…me…" he managed.
Gently, she pressed her lips to his. His hand weakly touched her abdomen. She pulled back and put her hand over his.
"I'll always be with you," he said slowly, each word an effort. "I love you so much." He squeezed her hand weakly.
She broke down and began crying. After a few moments, his hand went limp and fell to his side.
"NO!" she screamed. "NO! NO, RON, NO!"
But all that was left was an empty shell, with one blue eye staring sightlessly at her face. She began screaming and crying, shrieking, "COME BACK! PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Just then, Ginny and Harry rushed in with two-year-old James and baby Albus. "Ron!" cried Ginny, rushing to the other side of the bed. "No! Ron!"
Harry set down the children in an armchair in the corner and moved swiftly to Hermione's side and pulled her into his arms. She turned and screamed into his chest. She could feel his body shaking with sobs of his own.
Suddenly, she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Not of grief; of agony. Her lower abdomen was full of sharp, stabbing pains that she had never experienced before. She clutched her stomach, shrieking with pain. Vaguely, she heard Harry shouting for a Healer, then everything went black.
Hermione awoke in a lumpy white bed. She was in an unfamiliar room; there was a chair in the corner, and a window overlooking a street in London. Harry was sitting in the chair, and a Healer was at the side of the bed.
"W-what happened?" she asked, having temporarily forgotten the incidents of the past half hour.
"Mrs. Weasley, you collapsed in your husband's room. Mr. Potter here called for help, so we were able to assist you immediately," said the Healer.
"Why did I collapse?" she asked.
"You had a miscarriage," said the Healer. "Caused by Apparation. Rare, but it happens."
Fresh tears flooded her eyes as she took it in. "No," she moaned. "No!"
Harry stood and came to her side, taking her hand. "Everything will be okay, Hermione," he said in a shaky voice.
"Does Ron know?" she whispered.
A look of dread came over Harry's face. He looked at the Healer.
"Temporary disorientation," the woman said. "She'll come around in a few minutes." She walked briskly out of the room.
"What? What happened?" Hermione asked through her tears.
"Hermione… do you not remember why you were here in the first place?" Harry asked softly.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember. Then, the past few hours' events slammed into her mind. She began crying again. "Ron! No! He can't be gone, he can't! I need Ron!" she screamed, breaking down into sobs.
Harry hugged her close. "I'm sorry," he whispered over and over.
Hermione couldn't bear it… she'd lost her baby.
And she'd lost her husband, the love of her life.

Hermione opened her eyes and realized that tears had frozen on her face. She brushed them away roughly with her gloved hand.
She continued to kneel there for some time, and eventually conjured a wreath of roses and laid them against the headstone.
Before she could get up, however, she heard a set of footsteps crunching through the snow.
"Granger?"
She stood and turned. "Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy was standing there, his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm buying a pony," she snapped. "It's a cemetery, Malfoy. What on earth would I be doing here other than visiting a grave?"
"Sorry, I was just surprised to see you here!" he said defensively. "Who are you visiting?"
"Ron," she whispered, feeling tears welling in her eyes. She turned and walked to a bench. She sat down hard, burying her face in her gloved hands. "It's been just over four years since he died. I lost my baby on that day, too."
"You and Weasel were going to have a kid?" His voice was incredulous. "Why would anyone want to marry Weasel, let alone have a kid with him?"
She glared at him. "Forget it," she snapped. "I don't know why you're talking to me. Why are you even here?"
"I'm visiting my mother," he snapped back. "And I don't see how it's any of your business what I'm doing here."
"Then why'd you ask me?"
"Because I was trying to be polite, but if you can't just accept a civil conversation, then leave me the hell alone!" he said angrily.
"Fine!" she snapped, stomping towards the street. "Up yours!"
As she reached the gate, she stopped and looked back. He was now kneeling before a white marble grave, his head bowed. She looked at him for a few moments, then headed down the street to Harry and Ginny's house.