Yeah, as you can probably tell, I'm into this whole Ron and Hermione drama stuff, and sometimes I don't even finsih my stories. Don't worry, I'm working on that, but right now, I think I have Writer's Block! Oh no! I haven't written anything for days! Helllpp! Enjoy :) Oh, and yeah, there's a part of this story that's "Ron''s Special Proposal". Told ya that I would use it in another story.
Hermione woke up when she heard someone in the living room in the small apartment that she shared with Ron, her fiance.
She reached for her wand, startled, and wondered who would break into a witch's and wizard's house at two in the morning.
She instinctively looked beside her on the bed where Ron usually was at this time of day, but then she remembered with a pang of fear why she had gotten so little sleep that night. Ron had not come home from work, which was something that happened every once in a while when he got stuck at the Auror office, being a trainee and all.
She got out of bed, then peeked into the living room, holding out her wand. The instant she saw red hair, however, she hastily put her wand in her pocket and made her way over to him.
"Ron," she sighed, happy he was home. However, she didn't fully register the image in front of her until she was staring into Ron's face, which was completely blank. He tipped the remains of the bottle of Firewhiskey he had in his hand into his mouth, which made Hermione wonder if he had drunk the whole bottle. She sat next to him.
"Ron?" she asked, hesitant. She was startled at the look of absolute hatred she received.
"Ron, what happened?" she persisted, wanting to know what was going on, or who died, or something that would explain why he was acting so strange.
"Nothing happened" was his cold response. She was instantly relieved that nobody in the family was hurt.
"Nothing happened," he repeated, "between us is what I meant. Nothing. I don't know why we're doing this." Hermione gave him a confused look. "Hermione, we were never meant for each other! Getting together, moving in together, getting married, it's just not working out!" Hermione eyes widened while realization hit her. She felt her body go numb.
"Oh," was her brilliant response. "So, what do you want to do now?" she asked, but she felt like she already knew the answer.
"If you would please, get out of my life," he spat at her. Hermione looked up to him in shock. She thought he would say something like this, but had never even begun to imagine the coldness in his voice, the disgust. With tears in her eyes, she ran to the bedroom and shut the door. She slid against the door, weeping into her hands. She wasn't completely aware of when she had curled up into a ball and started rocking back and forward.
No, she thought. I can't let him see me like this. She stood up, and with a few sweeping motions of her wand, all of her belonging from all over the house soaring into the room and packed themselves in bags.
She would go to Harry and Ginny's house. She didn't want to be a disturbance, but she had no where else to go, and she knew that she was always welcome in the Potter home. She sent all of her bags to Harry's house, as a forewarning that she would be arriving. She didn't know why she had started sobbing again, but was angry with herself for doing so. Something shining in the moonlight momentarily distracting her.
Her engagement ring. Anger suddenly bubbled inside her, and she suddenly had the impulse of throwing the ring that was sitting on the bedside table as far as she could. So she did. The rational part inside her told her not to throw it out the window, so instead she opened the bedroom door, and threw it into the living room with all her might, not caring where it landed.
For a second, she began to remember to remember the joy of the day that Ron had given it to her, begging her to be his wife.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?" She turned her head to look at her favorite eyes in the world.
Hermione and Ron were both in the backyard of the Burrow, just laying down in each others arms, enjoying one another's presence. The sun was shining, there were nice, puffy clouds in the sky. The birds were having a chirping contest, and the flowers were having a beauty contest. They were both lying on the grass, Ron's arm around Hermione with her head on his chest.
"Remember all of those years ago, when Harry was practicing Occlumency with Snape, and how he said how disturbing it was?" asked Ron nervously.
"Yes... why?" was Hermione's hesitant reply.
"I was sort of wondering if you could try that on me, just to see what it feels like," Ron said sheepishly.
Hermione, now suspicious, but curious, sat up. "So you want me to see your memories, thoughts, and emotions?" she asked, pulling out her wand.
"Nothing would please me more," Ron replied, sitting up and grinning.
"Well...alright. Legilimens!" she cried.
She was then enveloped in Ron's memories, thoughts, and emotion. She could see all of their childhood memories, could hear everything he was thinking that he wouldn't say out loud, and feel what he felt even when he had denied it. She saw what she looked like coming down the stairs at the Yule Ball from Ron's eyes. She could hear him thinking how impossible it was for his best friend to look that beautiful, and felt the want that he felt.
She saw how she looked through his eyes through all of 6th year, heard him thinking of ways to apologize, feeling how disgusted he was with Lavender.
She saw both of them of them sitting in the tent from when they were on the run, could hear him finally admitting his feelings to himself, and felt how protective and loving he felt of her.
Suddenly, the image began to change. She then suddenly saw herself in a white dress, walking down a long aisle. She could hear him thinking how beautiful she looked, and how he was the luckiest person in the world. She could feel the love that he felt for her, and the happiness that they were finally going to prove their love in marriage.
When Hermione came back to the present, she stood up and walked away from Ron, trying to wipe the tears that proved how much she wanted the last image to be and actual memory.
When she turned around, she saw that Ron wasn't in the spot where they had been sitting. She looked around. "Ron?"
"Down here," came the reply from the grinning red head kneeling down on one knee in front of her, holding out a ring.
"Hermione, please help me make that last image reality. You don't realize how many times I've imagined you in an amazing white dress, waiting to become my wife. Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?"
Hermione couldn't say anything, and the tears were returning to her eyes.
"Not even the Imperius Curse could make me say no."
Wanting so badly to go into the living room and cry in Ron's arms the way she had done the day he proposed, she turned on the spot and disappeared, leaving behind her happiness.
Soooo yeah, I'm kinda stuck on what to do next, so I might just stop here. What do you think? Review!