Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The brilliant J.K. Rowling is the one that owns that.

Okay so here's my opening note: This just came to me. Kind of angsty, but I just had to get it out.

I Love You

Hermione Granger lay upon the ground, withering in pain. The final battle had commenced and the good guys had won, but Harry was no where to be seen. He, nor anyone else for that matter.

She knew that these were her last few breathes of life. That she had given all she had to Harry and that she was going to lay upon the cold ground in Gordic's Hallow and die just as his parents had. Except it was going to be far slower than that.

She was dying, alone. How poetic, Hermione thought as pain pierced through her brain.

"HERMIONE!" Ron screamed as he fell down to the ground beside her.

"Ron," she breathed. Ron held her face in his hands.

"Where does it hurt?" Ron asked her, tears brimmed in his beautiful blue eyes. The trade mark Weasley blue that she had come to adore so much.

"Everywhere," she replied as her eyes began to slide shut. Ron shakes her slightly.

"Don't leave me, Hermione. Don't!" Ron demanded.

"I'm trying, but I'm dying, Ron," Hermione choked out.

"No. Please don't leave me alone, Hermione."

"I'm trying," she said, her voice was very soft now.

Then a thought hit Ron's brain. He put his wand over her stomach and put his hands upon her shoulders and fed into her his magic. He had no idea how he was doing it, but he was running on instinct.

Near depletion he fell over next to her. Hermione jumped up, fully recovered.

"Ron!" She screamed. Ron raised his hand shakily to her face.

"I love you," he said, just as he died.

"No! No! Not now! I love you!" Hermione screamed and wailed.

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All Ron could see was white. It was beautiful, bright, and extremely warm. Then suddenly Albus Dumbledore came out of the wispy clouds, smiling.

"Mr. Weasley," He greeted.

"I'm dead aren't I?" Dumbledore chuckled and nodded.

"Yes you are dead Mr. Weasley," he answered.

"Why did I have to die?" Ron asked him.

"You sacrificed your life for hers and that is the highest form of love, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore replied.

"But now she will have to live her life alone," Ron retorted.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, love is honored here. Thus, you have been granted one wish. What is your wish?" Dumbledore asked him.

"To live sir. To live the rest of my life with Hermione Granger by my side," Ron answered immediately without hesitation. Dumbledore smiled.

"Your wish is granted."

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"Why! Oh why?" Hermione cried upon Ron's lifeless body.

"OUCH! Bloody hell Dumbledore, that hurt!" Ron screamed as his soul came back into his body.

"Ron? You're alive?" Hermione asked him. Ron nodded. She threw herself upon him and snogged him senseless. Once they broke away they were both all smiles.

"Marry me?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded.

"Of course."

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Ron held Hermione's hand as they died together, entering the white place of heaven that Ron had visited once before.

"Welcome back, Mr. Weasley. And welcome Mrs. Weasley. I do believe there are many people that are waiting for you," Dumbledore said. He turned and the gates opened. Ginny, Harry, Fred, Angelina, George, Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, Percy, Hermione's parents, Lily, James, Hestia Jones, Frank and Alice Longbottom, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin all stood there waiting; Waiting for the couple to come on home.

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I know. Very sad. I don't know why I wrote this. I am usually a very upbeat, funny writer. But lately a couple of my fictions have become a little more serious. But this one is the first angsty one. Please review. Flames are welcome - no swearing though please. Thank you for your time.

Mystic