1 He asked her twice to come along
{Authors note: I am not associated with J.K. Rowling {The Goddess} Or any thing else you recognise to be not mine P.S. I don't own anyone but little Harry Weasley. This story was inspired by Garth Brooks' song "That Old Wind"}
"Come with me." Ron pleaded to Hermione, "Hermione Please."
"Ron, I love you but I don't want to leave everything we've worked so hard to build behind." Hermione turned away.
They had graduated eight years ago and had gotten married mostly to cling to each other in light of Harry's death. A year after graduation, Hermione got pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, named Harry, in honor of their fallen friend. Now seven, Harry Weasley was curious yet well behaved. But Ron wanted to get away.
"Hermione, don't tell me you want Harry's ghost looking over our shoulders every day. I can't stand hearing his voice whenever we go to Hogwarts or Diagon alley. I need to leave behind the memories. He's gone, Herm, you've got to accept that. Please, let's get far away."
"RON! Listen to yourself! You're practically saying we should pretend we never met Harry Potter! I admit, it hurts to see the pictures, and hear his voice, but we had so many good times, Ron. We can't forget those!"
"Good bye, Hermione. I love you." Ron whispered as he turned to the door and walked out. Hermione fell to the sofa and sobbed.
The following day, Hermione towed a confused Harry to the burrow. She knocked tentivly. Molly opened the door and asked the crying Hermione what was wrong.
"Harry, Darling, your cousin Isabella is out back. Why don't you go play with her?" Molly told the little boy as he scampered away, "Now tell me what's wrong, darling." She led Hermione into the den.
"He…He left me! Ron is gone!" Bill, who had been making a sandwich in the kitchen, dropped his pastrami on rye onto the floor in shock. Ron? Leave Hermione? What is this world coming to if two people like Ron and Hermione can't make it work?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Ten Years Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Harry learned to live without Ron. Harry went off to Hogwarts when he was eleven. Hermione wrote six best selling books. Neither of the two thought much about Ron until June 6, 2006. Six Weasley kids, nieces, nephews, and grandkids, including Harry, graduated that day. It was also eighteen years from the day that Professor Dumbledore and Harry had died. People rejoiced and mourned. Before the grad ceremony, Hermione stopped at the small grave yard and placed a single black rose on each of the two graves.
She turned slowly back towards the small stage set up for the graduates. But a familiar face stopped her. Ron. He came back. She threw herself into his arms.
"You were right." He whispered to her. The two walked arm in arm towards their families.
{Authors note: I am not associated with J.K. Rowling {The Goddess} Or any thing else you recognise to be not mine P.S. I don't own anyone but little Harry Weasley. This story was inspired by Garth Brooks' song "That Old Wind"}
"Come with me." Ron pleaded to Hermione, "Hermione Please."
"Ron, I love you but I don't want to leave everything we've worked so hard to build behind." Hermione turned away.
They had graduated eight years ago and had gotten married mostly to cling to each other in light of Harry's death. A year after graduation, Hermione got pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, named Harry, in honor of their fallen friend. Now seven, Harry Weasley was curious yet well behaved. But Ron wanted to get away.
"Hermione, don't tell me you want Harry's ghost looking over our shoulders every day. I can't stand hearing his voice whenever we go to Hogwarts or Diagon alley. I need to leave behind the memories. He's gone, Herm, you've got to accept that. Please, let's get far away."
"RON! Listen to yourself! You're practically saying we should pretend we never met Harry Potter! I admit, it hurts to see the pictures, and hear his voice, but we had so many good times, Ron. We can't forget those!"
"Good bye, Hermione. I love you." Ron whispered as he turned to the door and walked out. Hermione fell to the sofa and sobbed.
The following day, Hermione towed a confused Harry to the burrow. She knocked tentivly. Molly opened the door and asked the crying Hermione what was wrong.
"Harry, Darling, your cousin Isabella is out back. Why don't you go play with her?" Molly told the little boy as he scampered away, "Now tell me what's wrong, darling." She led Hermione into the den.
"He…He left me! Ron is gone!" Bill, who had been making a sandwich in the kitchen, dropped his pastrami on rye onto the floor in shock. Ron? Leave Hermione? What is this world coming to if two people like Ron and Hermione can't make it work?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Ten Years Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Harry learned to live without Ron. Harry went off to Hogwarts when he was eleven. Hermione wrote six best selling books. Neither of the two thought much about Ron until June 6, 2006. Six Weasley kids, nieces, nephews, and grandkids, including Harry, graduated that day. It was also eighteen years from the day that Professor Dumbledore and Harry had died. People rejoiced and mourned. Before the grad ceremony, Hermione stopped at the small grave yard and placed a single black rose on each of the two graves.
She turned slowly back towards the small stage set up for the graduates. But a familiar face stopped her. Ron. He came back. She threw herself into his arms.
"You were right." He whispered to her. The two walked arm in arm towards their families.
