A/N: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT.
Hermione opened the letter addressed to her. Inside it contained one single letter, nothing more, nothing less. She didn't know whether or not she should take it out. After all it was from Ron, the love of her life. It took a few minutes, but eventually Hermione decided to read the letter. It was only a few paragraphs long, but held so much meaning to her. She had memorized the whole thing. Still, she started to read.
Dearest Hermione,
If you are reading this, something terrible has happened. I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart and have since 5th year. I have cherished my friendship with you since 3rd. For awhile, I was deeply jealous of Harry, thinking that he held the key to your heart. That was a dark period in my life.
Ever since 5th year, when we started the D.A., my brotherly love for you grew into something more-
Hermione shed a tear.
That, at the time, I couldn't tell you about. Being 15 and stupid, I thought that it would've ruined our entire relationship. At first it was just a nervous fluttering in my stomach when I saw you, to almost asking you out a few times. Nevertheless, in 6th year, I only dated Lavender to make you feel jealous. I had no romantic feelings for her whatsoever- she was really just someone to snog.
Hermione chuckled inwardly. Oh Ron, with the emotional range of a teaspoon, she thought.
Seeing how you felt that night when you tried to attack me with those birds- clever spell by the way!-
Another tear fell and stained the letter.
It tore me up inside. I was never the same.
Starting what should have been our 7th year, a little thing called jealousy started to grow in my heart. Watching you interact with Harry and how excited you got when you discovered some new information that would contribute to what seemed like a never-ending journey made me start to resent Harry a little bit. Those times were really hard, especially when I had on the Horcrux. I'd hate Harry, than hate myself for hating him. It was very confusing, and the second I left I regretted it with my heart and soul.
The point is, I love you Hermione. And I can only hope you feel the same.
-Ron
Hermione couldn't stop crying. It wasn't the first time she had sobbed over the letter and it wouldn't be the last. She whispered a spell. "Orchideous." From the tip of her wand came a beautiful bouquet of white roses. Hermione grabbed the stems of the roses and pulled them out of her wand. She got her things and Apparated.
She arrived at her location walking over to the spot she had visited so many times before. She got down on her knees and placed the flowers against the gravestone. It read:
Ronald Bilius Weasley
3/1/1980-5/2/1998
A great friend, brother, son
Will be greatly missed by all
Hermione couldn't even fathom how much she'd miss him. "Hello, Ron." She whispered. And she that there for hours, just talking, to the man she'd once loved.