Hey all:D This story just came to me one night and I got really excited but I haven't really gotten around to posting it. It's a working progress and I'd love to know what people think of it, please enjoy. I wrote this listening to Robert Pattinson – Never Think.

Chapter 1

"Gone…he's gone. He's not coming back and there's nothing that can bring him back. You're just being stupid, you do know that. You've looked at every book and tried every spell to try and get him back, and everything's failed,"

Hermione Granger thought this as she sobbed helplessly into her pillow; the large wet patch was getting bigger by the minute. She sat on top of Ronald Weasley's bed, clutching his pillow as if imagining it was him. It smelt exactly like him, cheap cologne and butter rolls. It hurt her physically and mentally that the love of her life had been ripped right out from under her nose and taken from her, just as they began to realise they were meant to be together.

It had been about two weeks since Ronald Weasley had disappeared, the Ministry tried to find him but to no avail. They pronounced him dead and they held a funeral for him just a few hours ago. The realisation that she'd never hear his voice again, hold him in her arms again, never be able to grip his beautiful red hair again pained her more then anything she had ever felt. His family were trying to keep it together but only just, Ginny was barely coping but was trying to be strong for the family, Mr and Mrs Weasley weren't doing much better and all of his brothers were the lowest she'd ever seen them all the while that she's known them.

Harry had fled to Grimmauld Place for some alone time, he told her in only a few words. "I'm going to Grimmauld Place for a few days and don't bother to talk me out of it. It won't work," He'd left after that and Hermione hasn't seen him since, but only for a few fleeting moments at the funeral.

Her crying went on until there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," Hermione whispered in a hoarse voice, she hadn't spoken to anyone for hours and her throat was soar and dry from crying. Ginny entered the room and sat down next to the crying figure, her sobs filled with grief and anguish. Her face was hidden and buried in Ron's pillow; Ginny felt a pang of loss as she heard Hermione weeping. It was the saddest crying that she'd heard in her life, it was something that nothing could fix not even Phoenix tears. Nothing could mend a broken, smashed up heart like Hermione's. Ginny let her sob for another ten minutes, until finally Hermione tried to gain control and her sobs died down.

The silence dragged on until nothing was heard except for Hermione hiccoughing occasionally. Ginny put her hand on Hermione's shoulder and took it as a good sign that she did not flinch away. They once again sat like this for a while until Hermione grabbed Ginny's hand and squeezed it; she looked up at Ginny for the first time. Hermione's eyes were bloodshot and puffy; she looked like she hadn't slept in days. Even though Ginny saw Hermione that day, she never saw her face because Hermione was wearing dark sunglasses the whole service. But every now and then when Ginny looked over at her, a single tear escaped from Hermione's eye and rolled down her cheek and passed the edge of the sunglass frame, but she quickly wiped it away.

Hermione sat up cautiously, as if testing to see if she was still co-ordinated enough to sit up. She then turned to Ginny and looked into her eyes. Ginny was saddened by what she saw, Hermione's eyes were filled with such grief that Ginny could not look directly into her eyes.

"What's up Ginny?" Hermione asked quietly, her voice harsh and croaky.

Ginny was at a loss for words, she really didn't know what to say to her grieving friend. Of course she was grieving too, but she hadn't just the lost the love of her life, but she still lost a brother and that pain hurt badly.

"I…uh…just wanted to see how you were doing," Ginny said and again attempted to look into Hermione's pained eyes but the pain she saw was too overwhelming.

"How do you think I'm doing? Seriously I'm just all happy about this situation," Hermione said sarcastically. Ginny was taken aback by Hermione's response, Ginny didn't respond she only sat there and stared at disbelief at her best friend.

"Um…Hermi – "Ginny began struggling for what to say, but Hermione cut her off and began shouting.

"Don't, Hermione me. All I'm trying to do is grieve a little about your brother, is that so wrong? Why does everybody keep asking me if I'm okay? I clearly don't want to talk to anybody!" Hermione said her voice getting louder with every word she said. "Maybe if you butted out then maybe, just maybe, I'll feel better. But no you have to come in here and ask me how I'm doing just hours after Ron's funeral! I just want to cry over what I've lost because Ron is dead! He's dead!" Hermione practically screamed the last part of her sentence and she fell into a new batch of fresh sobs.

Ginny was there with her arms wrapped around Hermione, trying to comfort her. She was trying to soothe her but all the words she tried to say just sounded like a strange sounding sob. After a while of just sitting there crying, Hermione began to try and speak in between sobs.

"Ginny – he's…gone – he's –actually – gone – gone – forever. He promised – that he'd – never – leave – but – he broke it – he broke it!" Hermione managed to choke out, Ginny was unsure if Hermione was talking about Ron's promise that he'd never leave or about her broken heart. Either way Ginny just held onto her broken hearted friend and let her speak.

"Why…would – he – do this – to me? Why – did – they, take him away? He – promised Ginny – he promised – he promised he'd always be…there for me, but now…he's…he's…gone," she whispered this last word as if it were only just now that she realised that Ron was never coming back. She said it in a tone of finality. Ginny knew Hermione wasn't blaming Ron for leaving her, after all it wasn't his fault, she just needed someone to blame. Ginny was at a loss for words, she just tightened her hold around Hermione as if to say, "It's alright, everything's going to be okay,"

But in actual truth, it wasn't. She once heard a muggle saying that said things have to get worse before they get better. Ginny, for once, believed something a muggle made up because she knew the grieving for her brother was only going to get worse before it got any better.

There wasn't anything that Ginny could say to Hermione at that moment that wouldn't sound offensive to her. Ginny knew that Hermione held a special place in her heart for Ron; she even told her personally that Ron was the only person she could see herself with. But after his death, all her future plans fell to pieces.

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It wasn't until much later, when day fell into the evening did Hermione realise she had fallen asleep. The Burrow was quiet, the silence was eerie and Hermione tried to fall back to sleep. But sleep would not come so she tried to get up from Ron's comfortable bed. She began attempting to try and flatten her hair, but the attempt was unhelpful. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, she looked about herself and breathed in another lungful of air that smelled like Ron. Her throat was burning as the air rushed in and out through her throat; this was caused by her many hours of crying.

Inside Ron's room made her feel at home, but when he wasn't there it just felt like a room. The orange walls were what made it so bright; it was almost the same colour as his vividly red hair. Hermione missed his hair; she missed the feel of it, its thickness and the way it was cut at just the right length. Thinking this, Hermione felt her tears trying to emerge from her eyes once again, everything about him she missed. She even missed the fights they had constantly; Ron arguing about a small insignificant thing with her could almost be passed as a pleasurable pastime at that moment.

Her hand passed over the Chudley Cannons jersey she was currently wearing, it had a small hole at the rim of the shirt and a small string was hanging loosely from it. Hermione twirled her finger around it and lay there not making a sound, her mind for once, totally blank.

Suddenly quite sick of the silence she lit a candle and Hermione noticed a book that was lying on top of Ron's dresser, she mustn't have noticed earlier as she was crying too much. The book was in fact a photo album, Hermione opened the front cover and she began to cry incessantly. Because on that page was a photo of her and Ron in their sixth year hugging tightly and then breaking apart and smiling widely at each other. Tears began to flood her vision and it made it too impossible to see. She shut the book and blew out the candle, in the darkness she lay for an immeasurable amount of time thinking about the high's and low's of her relationship with Ron. She knew nothing would be able to bring him back, even if there was a way the Ministry never found Ron's body. Again, after an immeasurable amount of time her mind had gone blank, but not for long.

Just as she was about to fall into a deep slumber her thoughts kept returning to Ron, she couldn't shrug the feeling that Ron was still there, wanting to be with her but was lost some how. But she shrugged the feeling off as her being stupid and foolish, and she pushed the thought into the back of her mind.

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