A series of drabbles based on this prompt: Put your Ipod on shuffle and write a drabble based on the first 10 songs that play. Rating will change per story…
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Chapter 1: Never Too Late, Three Days Grace
Summary: Hermione's feelings when Ron left in Deathly Hollows.
Rating: K+
Lyrics:
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late
"Protego!" Hermione cried, wanting to put up a shield so her two best friends wouldn't hurt each other. It physically hurt her to have to put up a barrier between herself and Ron, but she did it for them.
Harry and Ron were glaring each other down, hatred clear on their both of their faces. Hermione and Harry both took a step back, the power of the shield too much, and Ron did the same on the other side.
As they all took a step away she could practically see a cord linking the two together snapping in two.
"Leave the Horcrux," Harry said, his voice void of all emotion.
Ron roughly wrenched the locket off his neck and over his head, throwing the locket onto the chair to his right before turning to Hermione. Her stomach clenched at what he might say.
"What are you doing?" He asked, confusing her.
"What do you mean?" There were so many emotions swirling through her that she couldn't comprehend much at the moment.
"Are you staying, or what?" He asked, and she felt a stab of pain shoot through her heart. Hermione knew how she had to answer, and it hurt her. She wouldn't – couldn't – just leave Harry like that.
"I . . ." She said, her voice cracking from the anguish coursing through her body. "Yes-" Hermione choked out. "Yes, I'm staying. Ron, we said we'd go with Harry, we said we'd help –"She trailed off.
Then he said the six words that shattered her heart into a million pieces, "I get it. You choose him." Ron started walking out the door, and no matter how desperately she wanted to chase him, she wasn't going to eat her own words. Hermione wouldn't follow Ron, just so he won't be alone. It was too late for that.
After he was gone, though, she did race out the tent to go find him. No, it's not too late. It's never too late. "Ron, no – please – come back, come back!" She sobbed, the rain plastering her hair to her face. Then, an unmistakable 'Crack!' resonated through the air, telling her that Ron had, in fact, disapparated.
Hermione whirled around, running back inside the tent, stopping for only a moment to say, "He's g-g-gone! Disapparated!" Her heart was broken, and she could feel it in every limb of her body.
She threw herself into the nearest chair, curled up into a tight ball, and cried.