Another story where you'll probably read the first chapter and change your mind about reading it- but please just try to stay with me, just for a little while. Oh, and review please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1:

His lips were gentle and soft against mine. His fingers were running through my hair and my hands were cupped against his jaw.

This was our typical Friday. Snog, snog, nap, wake up, eat, snog, and sleep. To some it would seem redundant, but to us it was only natural. Well to me it was natural. Sometimes I did question Ron's motives, as to whether he felt as if this was getting too consistent.

We broke away, from lack of air and grinned at each other.

"So what are your plans for tomorrow", he asked me.

"Work, come home, and sleep", I said. He rolled his eyes.

"You'd think the most brilliant witch in the world would want to do something a bit more productive but- whatever", Ron said.

"So you're telling me that I need to do something. Now I've really hit rock bottom", I laughed, "I guess I'll hang out at my parents' house."

"Or we could go to the Burrow", Ron suggested. I frowned slightly at the suggestion. The last thing I needed was to be there. It wasn't that I'd grown to dislike the Burrow, no not at all. I just didn't want to see Harry or the Weasley's depressed faces. It's almost too much to bear sometimes, especially considering I'm depressed myself.

It's only been two months after the war. No one's happy except for Ron and me. And even that's not a guarantee; but this as close to happy as it gets. Ron's still upset about Fred. I'm still depressed about it all. Nightmares still lure in my head when I sleep. Every night I see those innocent people lying dead on the ground. Especially the faces of those I've loved and cared about- Fred, Tonks', Lupin, and so many others. It wasn't fair.

Life's not fair. It's the epitome of sorrow, laughter, love, and anger- which only makes it confusing and gradually frustrating. Whoever told you that life wasn't that bad- they lied to you.

"What's wrong with you", Ron asked, sensing my sudden sadness I suppose.

"Just thinking about the war", I replied. He sighed.

"I just can't stop thinking about it. I don't even want to go to the burrow anymore. I just don't want to see their faces anymore. Not until we all get ourselves together", I said. He grunted, or was it a cough?

"Well it's not that bad", Ron said. I jumped up and scoffed.

"Not that bad? Are you forgetting about everything we've been through? Have you forgotten about the war?" I asked him.

"No! Hermione, I haven't forgotten anything. I was just saying that it could've been worse", Ron replied.

"Ron, your brother died fighting in that war. Teddy doesn't have any parents because of that war. Thousands died. Our best friend hasn't uttered a word since it ended. Your mother cries every time we see her, and your dad barely speaks either. George has attempted killing himself three times. How could things have possibly been worse?" I asked him. He didn't reply.

"Honestly Ronald, it's like you don't even care", I muttered. He grunted and stood up so quickly I jumped.

"No I haven't forgotten anything. I was there the entire time! How could I forget something like that? Like you said, Fred died in that war. I know how bad it was. I was just trying to find happiness. And I obviously can't find it from you. The main reason I spend most of my time down here is because I thought you'd be the main person who would help me."

I quickly grew angry. Hasn't he realized how long it would take to get on the pathway to happy? Sure we should be doing better, but it would take some time.

"You know Ronald you have some nerve, talking about being there for someone. Where were you while we were hunting for the Horcruxes? Those weeks were hell for me Where were you then?" I shouted back at him. He took his jacket from the couch and put on his shoes. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sick of dealing with you. It's been two bloody months. Believe it or not, we're going to have to get over it one day. And those are my plans exactly. Goodbye Hermione."

My mouth hung open but no words came out. Was this a break up? Surely he couldn't be serious.

"Don't bother waiting up for me, I won't be coming back", said his voice from the door.

"Ron! Come back", I shouted after him. I got up from the couch and chased after him. But by the time I got to the door there was a flash of white lights and he was gone.

Despite his wishes, I did wait up that night. And the next night. And the night after that. I waited for two weeks. Expecting him to come back, we'd apologize to each other, and things would get better- just like he said. But those two weeks passed and still no Ron.

Finally after two months I realized he really wasn't coming back. He was gone. When I'd stopped by the Burrow the Weasley's said they hadn't seen or heard from him. I even looked for him with Kingsley's help, all across England but still no Ron. Ron's absence even alarmed Harry.

Eventually I'd go through an even bigger depression. I slowly lost touch with my friends, my family. Ron was wrong; things had only gotten worse- well for me at least. ...

Sincerely,

Jay