It was Christmas; usually a joyous time of year; filled with carolers, hot cups of coco, snow angels, and laughter. Oh yes what a time of year! But this year was different, it was the one-year mark of the fall of the Dark Lord, a cause for even more joyfulness one might think, but it wasn't. For you see one year ago on this Christmas day the fall of a greater person was remembered. Ronald Weasley, her sweet Ron.

Hermione Granger walked down the cold path to his grave. She wouldn't come when the Weasley family came and they understood. It was just too hard on her, for they had been in love. Well as in love as one could be after only six months of dating. But oh what a wonderful six months it had been! They hadn't even let the coming battle get to their blossoming relationship. Hermione blocked out thoughts of his sweet blue eyes, and continued to walk on.

Unseeingly she walked on to her lover's final resting place. And a lonely little grave sight it was, in her opinion. Even with the other member's of the Order that had fallen graves around his, they didn't love him. So cold and unfeeling was this place. It was such a pitiful excuse by the Ministry for a "mourning place for the loved ones."

Before she realized it, she stood before his grave marker, thinking back to the very last moments she had seen him alive.

"Come on Mione! Dance with me!" It had been so entirely romantic of him, that she couldn't refuse. They stood in the forest behind Hogwarts dancing as the snow fell around them. It had been their quick little get away, an escape from the frightening world around them.

He stood much taller than she, and kissed the top of her curls. "Mione," he quietly questioned. Lifting her head from his chest she looked him in the eyes.

"Yes, Ron?"

A few moments passed and then he finally stopped their dance. He took her hand and kneeled before her, not caring if his knees were getting soaked. She gasped, tears instantly forming in her eyes.

"Ron?"

"Hermione Jane Granger, I love you. I love you with my whole being; will you please be my wife?"

She fell down before him and started sobbing uncontrollably. He looked confused and nervous. She looked at him and started laughing, hard. Now he looked frightened, had she gone mental?

"YES! Yes! Yes! A thousand times, YES!" He grabbed her around the waist, and stood and spun her around. Both laughing happily; he stopped twirling her, and set her down. They both looked into each others' eyes, and then a kiss deserving the most romantic of all title passed between them.

That had been when they heard it: shouts and screams from the castle. They broke apart and looked at each other quickly. "Its time." He said simply, and she nodded her head.

She looked up from the red roses in her hands, only to realize she was kneeling in front of his grave. Tears fell fast from her eyes. No one had even known, not even Harry. She hadn't told anyone, they wouldn't understand.

"RON!" Her scream could be heard miles around. It was deathly silent and still. All had stopped as she ran towards him. "RON! NO!" She fell down beside his fallen body, clutching him to her breast. Tears fell, and his blood leaked onto her. She rocked him back and forth, whispering "Please Ron, come back. I need you, please don't leave me."

Hours after she had found his mangled body, they came for her. It was Harry who touched her first. "Mione, come on. He's gone." She hadn't moved when he called to her, and she pushed away every attempt to carry her away. This was HER Ron, and she wasn't leaving him.

Hermione sat there looking at the words on the marker. She didn't read them just looked. No more tears would come to her, she was empty of everything. She placed the roses on the ground before his tomb, and started to hum.

She hummed a simple tune, but it was their song. After it was over she whispered quietly, "Oh Ron, why did you have to leave me? We could have been so happy together, but now you're gone. I feel so lost with out you- I lo-"

"Granger?" Hermione turned around quickly, meeting the eyes of her childhood enemy: Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy? Wh-what are you doing out here?" She stuttered, wondering how much he had heard.

"I saw you kneeling here and I just-" He looked down at Ron's grave. "I know how you feel. I lost my parents in the battle; I just want you to know you are not alone in this."

She stared blankly at him. "You could never know how I feel." She said icily as she started to walk away.

He didn't move. The wind whipped his hair around and he said rather simply, "Yes, I would Granger. I almost lost the woman I love that day."

Finis…..

Well that was part one! I think I may continue on with this as a Mione/ Draco romance…..any objections? Tell me what you thought of this and if I should continue!

E.P.