Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Harry Potter. Thanks also goes to Lycaon118.
She just couldn't believe it. She couldn't remember anything, how it happened, not even what happened. But what happened was done, he was gone, he was dead.
Tears welled and rained from her chocolate eyes, staining her raw cheeks; the wind rustled through her bushy brunette locks. Her bottom lip quivered, slurred with sorrow. In her limp fingers was a crimson rose. She didn't move any closer to or further away from the grave; it shattered her heart just to be there. The funeral procession had finished, everyone was gone, everyone except one certain red headed family. She shuttered and pulled her cloak closer around her figure as wind pushed against her body.
A hand placed upon her shoulder; her gaze fell away from the grave, letting go a heartbreaking sigh. "Hermione we're going to get going in a few minutes; I can wait for you if you want, if you want more time I mean." The red head girl spoke, her tone soft and graced with grief.
"It's alright Ginny; I'll be done in a few minutes." The brunette whispered, her breathing shallow, the words short. Ginny nodded that she understood and backed away to her family.
Hermione let her eyes turn back to the grave. Nerves wept and her blood numbed as she took a step toward the grave. Fresh tears shed from her already melancholy eyes as she reached the marble grave. Hermione's breath was caught in her throat, she laid the scarlet red rose next to the many other bouquets, but hers stood out. The single rose was a drop of blood in the sea of pastels. She reached trembling fingers out to the engraved name. And at the moment she made contact, her soul split in two and she broke down. Her knees buckled, she sank to the ground sobbing hard.
The Weasleys watched the lone woman kneeling by the grave. Tears fell from both Mrs. Weasley and Ginny Weasley's eyes as they watched the woman weep and weep. Mr. Weasley took his wife into his arms; Bill let his mother squeeze his fingers white; the other Weasley boys comforted their sister. They were all crushed with anguish; tears ran from their eyes like rain.
The flow of tears falling from Hermione's eyes was dribbling to an end. She wiped the final tears with the back of her hand, dropping her fingers from the grave. "I can't believe you're gone." She breathed, lightly tracing her finger over his name. Her voice was vague, but her eyes held all the emotions. "I'll miss you." Her finger was slowly tracing his last name now. "I love you," Hermione's voice was less than a whisper as she finished the last letter; her hand fell to her heart.
Unconsciously the brunette rose and drifted to the waiting Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley took her into her arms, sobbing out her soul, roughly rubbing Hermione's back as a mother would do for her child. Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione, sandwiching her between the two. "Come on Molly, we should go before it starts to rain." Mr. Weasley reminded his wife, his voice twisted with sadness. Mrs. Weasley pulled away, nodding and blinking away tears. She busied herself shepherding her family into the small car, Hermione hung back, still gazing at the grave.
"Good bye Ronald." The words left her lips as last poignant tears drizzled from her eyes. She got into the car last and closed the door softly. As she did the sky began to cry, raining tears.