A Ron and Hermione fan fiction.

My first fan fiction.

I do not own Harry Potter, and I respect J.K Rowling and her work.

BACKGROUND: Harry, Ron and Hermione have just returned from Malfoy Manor.

Dobby has just passed, while Harry is away at his grave.

Ron is busy comforting Hermione after Bellatrix's torture.

We're all at the cottage. Safe, for now. Fleur, Luna and Bill are downstairs in the kitchen, Harry is outside at Dobby's grave, and Griphook and Ollivander are upstairs in their room.

I'm sitting on the porch, waiting for Hermione to come out the bathroom. I wanted to kill Bellatrix so much, I had never felt so much anger in my life. As I screamed Hermione's name down in the basement, all I could hear was her disturbing screams, and Bellatrix's twisted laughs. All I could do was scream and cry out for her. Harry tried to calm me down. How could he be so calm? I was so scared that I wasn't going to see Hermione again. I'd miss her so much, her laugh, her constantly correcting me, her smile, and her long brown hair. I kept staring at the cup of tea on the table. I couldn't drink it, all I wanted to do was hold Hermione more in my arms, I wanted to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be okay. But then I'd be lying.

I hear the bathroom door open. There she is, frail and fragile. Tears still in her eyes. She tried to hide them, but after being around her for seven years, I knew she couldn't hide it. She gives me a shy smile, and sits down next to me. She drinks her tea, and winces as she lifts her arm, the arm that Bellatrix had carved that disgusting word. The pain was unberable as she dropped her cup of tea. She sighs.

'Here, have mine,' I say, lifting up my cup of tea. She shakes her head to say no, but I place the drink closer, and she accepts. She drinks quickly from the cup of tea. After she finishes the tea, she finally speaks.

'Thank you Ronald, I needed that,' she smiles, and leans back on the chair.

'It's alright, you would have done the same for me,' I say. We exchange smiles. 'You alright Hermione?' I ask. Stupid question.

'I'm okay Ron, how about you. Sorry I've been a bit grumpy. It's just been so hard,'

'Yeah, I know. I'm sorry for being a bit of an idiot,' I say looking down. Hermione shakes her head. 'You're never an idiot Ronald,' she says. I know she's lying. Oh god, I'm crying again. Right in front of Hermione too, great (!)

'I'm so sorry Hermione, I should have done more, I should have saved you from her, it's all my fault, if I hadn't run off, maybe that wouldn't have happened,' I say looking down.

Hermione holds my hand, 'Ron, what more could you have done? You did your best, Do not put this on yourself,' she leans against my shoulder. I wish moments like this would last forever. I begin to stroke her arm, and then I hear her wince. Oh, crap I forgot.

'Oh, no Hermione, I'm sorry, I totally forgot,'

'So did I,' she says. Blood begins to drip down her jacket sleeve. Hermione's face goes red like the blood.

'Ron, there should be some bandages in the bag,' I jump out of my sea, and go into her bag. It was small, but thanks to the charm it was hard trying to find the bandages.

'Accio bandages,' I wrap the bandages around the word 'Mudblood,' I shiver everytime I hear that word. After I wrap up her arm. She looks at me, and I look at her. She mouths thank you, we look into each other's eyes. Is this it? We both lean in...

'I want to see the goblin,' we hear Harry's voice, and then break apart. But our hands are still joined. For we both know, this is not the time.