(A/N: Sorry guys. I accidentally deleted this story. Now I've got the time to put it back up before work. Please review. I would really like to know what you think. I will post the next chapter when I get off work. Take care. Ellivia22)

Disclaimer: Ron Weasley is not mine. He belongs to Hermione and J.K. Rowling

Forever Yours

By: Ellivia22

Chapter 1 Fight on the Train

Hermione

I lean against the compartment seat, Hogwarts a History in my lap. I can't concentrate on the words on the page. Not that it matters., I've read the whole book twice already. So instead I shut my eyes and become lost in thought.

I'm so anxious to see my best friends: Harry, Ginny, and most importantly, Ron. I've missed them all summer, Ron the most. I would've visited everybody at the Burrow, but Viktor had invited me to visit him for a week after school let out. Then Mum and Dad surprised me by taking me on a tour of Europe for the remainder of the summer.

Bulgaria and the rest of Europe was a wonderful experience, but not the same as being at the Burrow. Mainly because I didn't get to see Ron. Gosh I wish he would hurry up and get here. I've promised myself that this semester I will tell him that I'm head over heels in love with him and have been since first year. I hope with all my being that he feels the same.

The compartment door slides open. I open my eyes just as Ron comes in. My heart catches in my throat because of how great he looks. He's wearing a blue shirt and khaki pants. His red hair falls loosely over his forehead, just the way I like it. Though he looks a little thinner than the last time I saw him, I still think he looks amazing. Just looking at him is making my heart pound. I smile at him. "Hey Ron. Good summer?"

His blue eyes lose their spark for a split second. He looks like he's upset about something, but is trying so hard not to show it. "Not bad. Yours?"

"It was fine. Mum and Dad took me all around Europe. And I stopped by Bulgaria for a week." I cringe as the words slip from my mouth. I knew better than to tell Ron about my summer.

As predicted, Ron's freckled face changes from upset to angry. "You refused to come visit me, but instead saw that bloody prat Viktor Krum?"

I glare right back at my redheaded best friend. Why does he always have to take it the wrong way? "I told him that I'd come see him a week before school let out. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to come see you."

"So visiting the bloody Bulgarian Seeker is more important than seeing your best friend? I should've known. I'm not good enough for you!"

I slam my book shut, fed up with this argument. "Which is precisely why I didn't tell you this over the summer, Ronald! I knew you'd take it the wrong way!"

I leave the compartment, slamming the door behind me. I decide to go find Parvati and Lavender. I need to calm down.

Ron

My shoulders slump against the seat of the compartment. Mentally I scold myself for already getting into a fight with Hermione. At the same time she started it. She knows how much I can't stand the git. I don't understand how she could like him. All he has to his name is a Bulgarian Seeker title and supposedly good looks. Hermione deserves better than the likes of him. She deserves someone like…me.

Not seeing her the whole summer gave me the perfect opportunity to think. I have been able to come up with the reasons for my childish behavior during the Yule Ball last year; the reason I was so jealous of Viktor Krum as he danced with Hermione. It wasn't only because he was from a competing school. He had the girl that I wanted so desperately. The girl I've been in love with since we first met. I've just been too stubborn to admit it to her or myself.

I sigh angrily and punch the compartment seat. Yeah right. No matter how much I love her, I know she doesn't love me in return. The fact that she saw her precious Krum over the summer and not me proves it. That fact hurts more than anything, but I do my best to not let it show. Nobody can know how I feel about her-not even Harry.

Suddenly I am overcome with a coughing fit. I clutch my chest tightly as pain sears all over my body. I feel hot and cold all over. Sweat pours down my face as my teeth chatters. I feel so sick I'm trying so hard not to pass out.

I lie down on the seat, clutching my arms desperately for warmth. For some reason, this has been happening for the past two weeks. Mum suspected it was the flu, but I can't help but think it's something else. What if there is something really wrong with me? I shudder, but not from the chills that run up and down my spine. What's happening to me? I use all the strength I can muster to remain conscious.

Harry

"Hi Harry."

I nod in acknowledgment to the second year who addressed me. My arm stays around Ginny's small waist. I never want to let go of my hold on her.

This past summer has to be by far the best. After spending two miserable weeks at the Dursley's, I was allowed to go to the Burrow for the remaining of the summer. That's when I fell in love.

Ginny has been absolutely amazing. She's like a breath of fresh air, the missing puzzle piece of my life. We were supposed to be degnoming the garden together when we ended up kissing instead. I had forgotten all about the Triwizard Tournament. I had forgotten about Cho and Cedric's death. She makes everything in my life better. Even better, everyone in the Weasley family, including Ron, was happy about Ginny and I. I already have several dates planned for when we get to Hogwarts. For now we're just going to join Ron and Hermione in the compartment for a few games of Exploding Snap. They should already be there.

Near the end of the train we open the door to the compartment that Ron, Hermione, and I have used for years. Instead of the both of them being here, it's just Ron. He's slumped against the seat, fast asleep. That's just strange in itself. We haven't even left King's Cross yet.

As Ginny and I loom closer, I immediately know that something's wrong. Ron doesn't look like he's asleep. On the contrary, he looks like he's unconscious. His face is extremely pale, his red hair, drenched in sweat. His blue eyes are barely open and slightly glazed. Now that I think about it, this is the second time I've found him in this state. The other time was over the summer after an enduring game of Quidditch.

I sit down next to my best friend and shake his shoulder, which is all sweaty. "Ron. Ron wake up!"

His eyes immediately snap open. He pulls himself straight and stares at us. 'Hi Harry, Ginny."

"Are you okay?" I ask, trying to keep my voice normal. "Where's Hermione?"

Ron immediately scowls. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that they already got into a row. "Probably went somewhere so she can write love letters to her precious Viktor. Stupid bloody git."

Before I can say anything else, he gets up from the seat. "I need some air." Then he slams the door behind him.

I shake my head and wrap my arms around Ginny. The best thing to do when Ron and Hermione are in a fight is stand by and let them work it out for themselves. As I lean in to kiss Ginny, I can't help but notice that there's a slight bloodstain on the spot next to where Ron was lying.

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