...FlashBacks...

Chapter One

A/N: So this is one of the new stories I've been meaning to post and have now finally gotten round to it. Top prove I'm not dead. I will update Without You soon so don't worry your 'Perky Little Boobs Off' (Avps)
-This Time skips a lot so just say if you get confused.
Rip, Cory Monteith. Don't think I'll ever actually admit that your gone :'(

Disclaimer: I do not own Hp Or any of these characters. If I did I wouldn't be at Secondary school in Telford. (England.)

She could feel the glare on her back. 'Do not turn around' She scolded herself. Theres nobody there. Just the ghosts of her past come back to haunt her for the rest of her life. Slotting her rusty key into the grimy keyhole Hermione allowed herself a quick glance, nothing. She could almost hear the laughter as she entered the now semi abandoned apartment. All his stuff was still packed in boxes in the darkest corner of the room, untouched since he left. He was supposed to come back but he never did. She's still waiting for him, 1 year later

**1 year earlier**

"I'm home!" Hollered Ron as he pushed open the freshly painted door. It was a Friday, meaning they could spend as much time as they wanted together, knowing they had two more days ahead of them. "In here" came the response from the kitchen. He kicked off his worn down shoes and shrugged off his aurora robes flinging them carelessly over the banister. Hermione rolled her eyes "Oh and Ron before you go any further hang your robes up and put your shoes in the cupboard... You're too predictable!" Sarcasm oozing out of her every word. Sighing Ron did as he was told, knowing if he didn't he'd get it later. Sneaking up behind him, Hermione leapt up onto his back exploding with giggles on impact. Failing, Ron tried to keep a straight face but they were both already on the floor in fits of laughter.

"Urm... 'Mione?" He looked up at me with those deep eyes
"Yes Ron." She'd sighed dropping down her knife and fork
"I have to go on another mission. It's a long one, and Harry's going too. So we were wondering... erm... if you and Gin wanted to keep each other company while were away?"
"Oh, well I guess. It'd be fine, I haven't seen her in a while. Where are you and Harry going?" she'd asked Trying not to sound too disappointed.
"We don't know, top secret. There just sending us. Unknown place, time and return date... But I love you."
"I know." Came the whispered response. "Be safe."
"Always am, Always will be." He smiled leaning over the table and taking her hands in his.

*Back To RealTime*

She sighed, letting the memory float off into the musky air with her breath. One year. One year since they left. Six months since Harry returned. Without Ron. Nobody even knew what had happened. Harry had seen nothing, neither had any of the other aurors that had been there. He just vanished. They were supposed to be getting married soon. Now she was left with no one. Collapsing into the sofa, Hermione curled her legs to her chest and dropped her head. The memories were too painful yet so vivid, she couldn't let go. She never had, she always believed. Believed in him just as she always did when no one else had. 'He's alive' she'd tell herself and others when they questioned her opinion. 'I would have felt something if he wasn't.' But so far, nothing. Nothing to say he was alive, dead or somewhere in between. Travelling maybe?

The clock in the burrow was spinning rapidly, gaining speed with each furious spin. It had been for the last few weeks. A sign. He was alive. Or was it? Flicking from Home to Travelling to Nothing in perticular it gave her even more hope. For everyone else it brought sadness, the clock was performing the way it had when Fred died. Not knowing where to place him. Molly had already lost one son, she couldn't lose another. That would be too much. He had to come back, and Hermione knew that. If there was one thing in her life she was certain about, it was Ron. The way his ears would turn as red as his hair when he blushed, the way he got jealous if she hugged Harry for that extra second or the way he cuddled her on the sofa when they were alone. She knew he'd come home. He belonged with her. And she needed him.