Disclaimer: I don't own the characters as they entirely belong to the mastermind J K Rowling. But the plot is entirely mine……
Author's note:
I would like to thank each one of my reviewers for reviewing (ironic, ain't it?) and want to apologize for such short fics. Actually this is my first time and I really didn't know how these one shot fics would turn out. BUT PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But in the future….keep ur fingers crossed for there's a lot more from where this came from….:)
You kept me waiting.........
Seeing the building crumble down and people coming out of it, tears welled up in Hermione's eyes. Standing with her was a whimpering Molly and tear stricken Ginny. First appeared from the rumble was Mr. Weasely followed by his elder sons and the Order, some injured. Then came the most awaited: Untidy hair, spectacled and bruised Harry. Hermione ran towards him and enveloped him in an embrace.
"Harry you are alright," she cried as she clung to him. But somehow Harry didn't respond to her. Hermione pulled back and looked at him.
"Harry what's.....Where is Ron?
Harry merely looked at her and glanced back at the smoking skeleton of once a building. Confused still Hermione got her answer by a cry of a woman behind her which when she turned around found Molly clutching her husband, crying. Hermione looked back at him who had tears in his emerald eyes but everything was nothing compared of what was happening inside her. She could not digest it. Couldn't digest the thing that Ron was no longer....
"No..No..you're joking...right...you're joking..."But by the look on Harry's face, Hermione hated to admit it was no joke.
"NOOOO......He told me he would come Harry, he said to wait for him" Hermione cried looking expectantly at the fire.
"Get a grip Hermione, he won't come," Harry choked.
"But..but..."Hermione sat down and allowed the dam of her eyes to burst open of her every emotion she had right now. Ron Weasely whose countenance made her what she was today, whose smile charmed her and made her laugh always was now the part of a deep ocean of the past. Her mind kept replaying Ron's face. Hermione rocked backward and forward as she let the stream flow down. She felt Harry too sitting with her, his head in his hands. Hermione couldn't believe a time without Ron, a life without Ron. What was she to do now when she, her soul had been buried in those ashes of the building along with Ron?
"Hey look!" cried somebody from behind.
Hermione and Harry both stood up and squinted through their wet eyes towards a lamed figure approaching them form behind the fire.
"It's Ron!" Hermione didn't need telling twice as she dashed towards him, leaving her tears behind. She was followed by Harry. Harry and she collided with him with such force that it brought the three down.
"You idiot, stupid prat, insufferable git," Hermione slapped his arm as they lay sprawled on the ground.
"What?!!!" Ron said indignantly, staring at her.
"You kept me waiting," Hermione told him looking at him intently as though testing him if he remembered everything he said and did before he left. Harry looked quizzically between the two people but didn't think about it much.
"I know. Hope I'm forgiven," Ron grinned at her and Harry couldn't keep up with this.
"Excuse me, have I missed something?"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, making a decision if they could tell him or not.
"Should we?" Hermione asked intently at Ron who lay back on the ground.
"He'll find out," Ron gave his lopsided grin to Hermione who lay down with him and Harry who was still confused, joined them.