Prologue

Hermione Granger walked down Diagon Alley, recalling the times she had once spent with her own friends when she had been a student at Hogwarts as she watched the children walking about. She wondered what they were up to now, particularly Ron. He had gone through such a rough time following the Great War, he'd become a totally different person. He'd pushed everyone, not just her, away; convincing himself that if the people he loved would die, he would not love anyone.

It had been a hard blow for Hermione, but she'd gotten over it. No use in dwelling on things that can't be changed... She'd told herself. In truth, she'd never gotten over him. Surely he would have found someone else by now, and has long since been married. Maybe he'd even have children...

Suddenly, something flashed in the corner of her view, a head of red hair. The very color all the Weasley family had shared. She looked up to realize Ron was walking the other way, looking down at a book.

'Ron!' she called out, instantly the figure stopped, and then turned.

'Hermione?' Ron asked, in disbelief. All these times he'd been to Diagon Alley, he never expected to see her there. He'd spent many of those instances searching each face in the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He'd even hallucinated he'd spotted her a few times, but each turned out to be a complete stranger. Eventually, he'd given up all together.

'I can't believe it!' She said and ran up to him, throwing herself into his arms. For the slightest of moments, she'd forgotten they had been apart all this time...

That's just a taste of what's to come! I hope you like my little story so far, please let me know! I would also love to hear any constructive criticism you may have to offer!
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Brilliant Poison