From Ghost to Brother.
She'd been a good student, always. Miss Perfect, Miss Prefect, following the rules one hundred percent of the time, unless she was off saving Ron and Harry from whatever messes they'd gotten into. She was a no nonsense sort of girl and I was a completely illogical person. Our romance was completely one sided, completely non-existent and never will have any sort of sustenance ever.
She studied, I pranked.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, I laughed and chortled.
She was oblivious to the eyes boys made at her, I was one of those boys.
She was brilliant, I was immature.
I didn't know if she cared the day that I left.
I didn't know if the cared the next day that I left.
I don't know if she cares about either of the days that I left, now, years later.
But, as I watch her hold her child, and I watch him stroke her hair and her child's forehead, I am… happy. Overjoyed. Saddened.
It seems that life has moved on. It has moved on since the war, since the fall of the Death Eaters and their Dark Lord. Lives were lost, mine included.
But life does go on. Even in death.
Charlie's still chasing after his dragons and maybe that partner of his that Mum and Dad still don't know is a lad.
Bill and Fleur are preparing for another youngster—they've already got three (Victoire, Dominique and Louis) but they're excited for the next one.
Percy's married a woman named Audrey… they're expecting their first in seven months time.
George and Angelina are dating; they've had a child (named after me, how sweet) but still haven't tied the knot.
Ginny's off and married Harry (we'd all seen it from the start) and they've got two kids already.
And Ron. Ickle-Ronniekins.
He's married her.
They've just received their first bundle of joy.
It's a girl.
Sorry, she's a girl.
He'd bloody well take care of her. Both of them—Hermione and that little bundle of joy.
She means the world to me.
Ron looked up from his newborn daughter, as if he'd heard his name. The hospital room was empty, save for his wife, child and the nurse who had cleaned up the little girl. He'd heard a ghost's whisper—a warning, but not one of animosity or a threat. Simply a sentence.
"I'll take care of them," he said, so quiet that Hermione didn't hear it over the sound of her own coos to their child. "Both of them."
He turned his attention back to the little girl, smiling and cooing along with his wife at the drowsy baby.
A/N: This was inspired by this (http:/ 30[.]media[.]tumblr[.]com/ tumblr_ls36lksEYN1r3gluko1_500[.]jpg) picture.
If you cannot view the picture, it says: "Dear Ron, Take care of her; she means the world to me. Love, Fred."
I thought it was sweet and I kinda-sorta ship Fremione, but also Romione, so I figured - why not?
Either way, it's a sweet ficlet and I hope you liked it :)