A/N: Something completely random that I just thought of.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Never let me go.

Letting her go hurts. But if I love her and it's the best for her then I have to. So here I am at her door, backpack in hand, wearing faded jeans and a leather jacket. Hermione stares at me like she knows what's happening, tears forming in her eyes. I reach out to brush them away but she slaps me, leaving a mark. I sighed, hurt and relieved that she hadn't sock me in the jaw like I thought she would.

"Leave then you lair!" She spat, the words stung but I stay strong. "Go, go run like the coward you are."

I do, taking the yellow taxi waiting for me downstairs. Walking away, I hear her calling me back, pleading. I don't look back, because I know it's for the best and I won't be holding her back anymore from her true potential.

Once I'm at the train station, I sit down on a bench waiting for my train. I run a hand through my shaggy hair, checking the time on my old fashion wristwatch. Hermione had given it to me but it originally belonged to her grandfather,who had given the watch to Hermione when she was seven before he passed away.

Not able to keep it in anymore, I cried. I cried harder than I ever had. Clutching the watch tightly in my palm. I know what I did was right....but why am I hurting so much?

I can hear our favorite song is playing on the intercom, which doesn't help the pain I'm feeling. Jonathan Clay's "After All" claws at my heart. I haven't felt this way since I saw Draco Malfoy kiss her, two years ago at my family's 4th of July party.

I was watching them talk at the lake when Draco had forcefully grabbed Hermione and kissed her. Feeling frustrated and angry, I was going to leave, when I heard a cracking sound followed by a grunt. Turning around I saw a angry 'Mione standing over Draco, who was holding his face in his hands.

Hermione had broken his nose...again.

I smiled at this memory, wiping the tears away. Finally my train had arrived and I prepare to leave. Standing up, I feel two arms warp around my torso, my bag hits the floor with a loud 'thud!' onto the platform. Everything starts to unravel like one of those, black and white romance movies.

"Don't go...please don't." Hermione sobs, burying her face into my back. "I'm sorry, I love you."

"It's for the best," I whispered softly, more to myself then to her, feeling her grip tighten. "This way you could take all those great job offers in other countries and I won't hold you back from that...A-and you won't have to deal with my...Well me in general. "

"But your what's best for me!" She declares, "And who said you were holding me back? I love you, you, Ronald Billis Weasley! No one else can tell me other wise." With that said, Hermione pressed her mouth hungrily against mine.

Sighing, I kiss her back, knowing that I can't leave now. I'll never leave...especially since my train just left.

I know confusing, but I hoped you liked it anyway and please review.