Love from the Heart
Disclaimer: I don't really own Potter and his friends. Not yet anyway
Summary: Love is patient, love is kind, love is not self seeking, love is RON WEASLEY? How can I and Ron ever be truly happy together with Harry missing? RWHG/ Herm's POV
Chapter One—Graduation
It was over. The trio's Hogwarts career was over. Only they were no longer a trio. Things had happened; things had changed for the worse.
Here I am once again sobbing. It's no longer unusual as I do it all the time, often with no warning. I used to do it over schoolwork or over the fights I had with Ron, but those reasons were extremely petty. This time I have a REAL reason for my tears, he's gone or at least we suspect he's gone. He was my best friend, the one whose friendship with me was strictly platonic, the one who kept my secrets, the one who saved me on countless occasions, the one who was my hero. I remember the day he went missing, of course why wouldn't remember it? It was only two weeks ago.
*Flashback*
I had tracked him down; he was in the entrance hall about to exit through the double doors in to the battlefield, the Quidditch field. I flung myself in front of him without thinking.
"Harry, stop acting like a damn hero!" I said.
"Hermione, it's my fault he's out there waging war on our school! That's the reason he's here, and you know it! This school has shown me mercy and power and most importantly love, and he's out there trying to take it all away from me! It's my responsibility! Don't you remember what the prophecy said? 'Neither can live while both survive?' It's now or never, it's my life and you can't stop me!" Harry shouted
"What about us, your friends who love you dearly? Harry, what about Ron and I! We need you!" I sobbed with compassion
"Well, you have each other and you don't need me! Now get out of my way, because this is going to be the last battle I swear to you! No more will die because of him!" he yelled as he pushed me forcefully out of the way.
*End of flashback*
Needless to say, it was the last battle. He nor Voldemort haven't darkened anyone's doorstep in over 2 weeks and it is most probable that he is dead. That night there was celebration and mourning. Never has so much grief wiped over me in such a small amount of time. So here on my graduation day, one of the happiest days of my life and here I am sobbing my eyes out. I am a Hogwarts graduate. The top Hogwarts graduate and here I am sobbing. A shadow has just fallen over me. I look up it's the love of my life. It's Ron. His bloodshot eyes match his hair perfectly. He has cried many a tear himself today. We were supposed to be friends for life, or at least we would graduate together. I close my eyes hoping this is all a dream, when I know its not. I open my eyes again; Ron is holding is arm open with his diploma in his left hand. I stand and practically fall into his arms. I lay my head on his broad chest and continue to sob. And at this moment, I know Ron is thinking the same thing as I. Harry, please come back to us.