When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace,
To make you feel my love.
Hermione stood at the back of the Great Hall, watching all those around her cry. Some were crying of happiness, that Voldemort was finally gone; but most were crying of grief, over the loss of their loved ones. Hermione took a breath, before turning away.
She walked along the corridors, and eventually out into the grounds; the rain was pouring down heavily. In the distance, by the lake, sitting under the tree, she saw the familiar sight of a certain red. She found herself walking towards it, the rain soaking through her hair and clothes. Eventually she got there, seeing a young redheaded boy crying.
"Ron," she whispered.
He looked up, seeing her. He continued to cry.
She sat down beside him, opening up her arms. Her glanced at her, before falling into her , sobbing loudly, his head resting against her chest as he cried.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there is dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years,
To make you feel my love.
Hermione wasn't sure how long they stayed there, her holding him, but soon the rain stopped, and the sky went dark. Looking up at the sky, she saw a few stars, spread out across the sky. She looked down to Ron, who was still resting against her, and found that there were still tears leaking from his eyes; gently, she stroked them away with her thumb. She knew that she would stay there, holding him, hugging him, for a million years if he needed it.
I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I could never do you wrong,
I knew it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.
As she held him, she knew that she wasn't the first thing on his mind. She knew that he hadn't made up his mind yet about what the kiss meant, or what he wanted to do next, but she didn't mind. Right now, he was alive, and that was all that mattered. She wasn't going to harrass him, and bug him about it, as it wasn't the time, and quite frankly, all she wanted to do was show him that she was there for him.
She smiled slightly, remembering their first meeting; he had been so cute with the dirt on his nose. Ever since then, he had stood out to her; her 11 year old self had seen something speical in him, and since then, he always had been somewhere in her heart. Even if she didn't know it.
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue,
I'd go crawling down the avenue,
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do,
To make you feel my love.
Ron sniffed, and Hermione pulled him closer if possible. She knew that staying out here all night wasn't exactly the wisest decision, but she decided that for him, she would; he wouldn't want to go back inside, not now. And she wasn't going to leave him on his own; staying out here, with him, would help him in one way; he would feel loved, like he was someones first concern. She knew it wasn't Molly's fault, and she wasn't going to blame her, afterall she had just lost a son, but right now, Mrs Weasley couldn't focus on all of her children. Fred was still the main concern; but Hermione knew that she could focus on Ron, that she could help him. Because, he needed that.
The storms are raging on the rolling sea,
And on the highway of regret.
The winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.
"It's my fault," Ron whispered suddenly, lifting his head up; he was still crying.
"What is?" Hermione asked, already knowing the answer.
"F-Fred. He, he wouldn't have died if w-we had taken so long in the Room of Requirement; we would have h-helped him with that Deatheater, a-and he would have s-survived," Ron cried, letting out a sob.
Hermione blinked back tears. "It-it's natural for you to have regrets," she murmured. "Like g-going back and trying to save Malfoy, a-and trying to g-get that Diadem. B-but, if we hadn't gone back for M-Malfoy, t-then you would have regretted leaving him. A-and if we hadn't got the Diadem, t-then you would have regretted n-not defeating V-Voldemort. You're, you're on the, the Highway of Regret."
Ron looked at her. "But, but h-he could still be here, 'Mione."
She nodded, before pulling him back to her. "But we don't know that; because it didn't happen. We don't know what could have happened, and to be honest Ron, do you really want to know?"
Ron shook his head, which was against her chest again. "Everything's going to change now. The world is going to be a better place because V-Voldemort's gone, but our life won't be because h-he's gone."
"I know," Hermione whispered. "Everything has changed, Ron. But our life goes on. W-we go on"
"He won't see me grow up," Ron whispered. "He hasn't seen the best of me."
"He saw the best of you everyday he saw you," was her reply. "And he still will."
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true,
Nothing that I wouldn't do,
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love.
"I want to be happy," Ron mumbled.
"I could make you happy," she whispered.
He looked up at her. Hermione's brain was telling her to look away, but she didn't. "Stay confident," she told herself.
"Could you?" He whispered.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. That's for you to tell me. But I do know that I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you, that there's nothing I wouldn't do, to make you feel happy and loved; loved by me."
"You could make me happy, make my dreams come true," he murmured.
She smiled. "I love you," she said softly. "And I would do anything to make you feel my love."
He looked at her, deep into her eyes, his red hair blowing along with the wind. "You already have," he replied, before leaning in and gently kissing her lips.
To make you feel my love.
