A/N: I have to stop listening to 80's music. It just depresses me. But ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Lyrics to Shakeaspear's Sister, Characters to JKR :)
Ron stared blindly at Hermione as she stood at the front door of the house, her bags packed. He was numbed by the sight of her suitcases and he fell to his knees.
If this world is wearing thin
And you're thinking of escape
I'll go anywhere with you
"You can't leave me Hermione." He rasped looking at her tear streaked face.
"Ron please." She choked, pulling on coat as she opened the door and the wind blew in.
"I want to be with you Hermione."
"We want different things. I'm not ready for a family life Ron. I want to do something with my life." She closed her eyes, turning her face to the door.
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don't think I'll understand
"Hermione. I don't care what we do, as long as we're together please Hermione. I want you." Ron had crawled to the door
Stay with me
Stay with me
She'd frozen, Ron had always wanted a family as big as his own, but he was willing to forfeit his dream for hers. She turned as he grasped the door frame for support, his eyes pleading for her.
In the silence of your room
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be no in between
She shook her head and he collapsed again, breaking out into full sobs.
When your pride is on the floor
I'll make you beg for more
"Hermione I am nothing without you." He whispered as she picked her bags up and left.
Stay with me
Stay with me
Ron curled up by the open door, the rain whipping into the empty room and cried.
Hermione was also crying as she apparated barely thinking. She crashed back down in the Forest of Dean and cried harder as she dropped her luggage.
You'd better hope and pray
That you make it safe
Back to your own world
Looking around her she wrapped her cloak around her tighter bawling as she realised what she'd done. She felt the evil within the forest but barely noticed it as her tears fell.
You'd better hope and pray
That you'll wake one day
In your own world
"Oh Ron." She whimpered, biting her lips.
Coz when you sleep at night
They don't hear your cries
He was the only one that made her feel safe when she had nightmares, when Bellatrix's attack featured in the memories. He was the one who'd always, instantly wake to the sound of her cries, no matter how quiet she tried to keep; it was like he had an instinct to care for her.
In your own world
Only time will tell
If you can break the spell
Back in your own world
She needed to go back. She needed him. He was her world. What had she done? She apparated instantly back; regardless of the arguments they had, despite all the clashes they had. She laughed bitterly; they'd fought since the first moment they met, why would married life be any different?
When she arrived back, the door still open, the fire still out, the rain driven into the hallway soaking the carpet, Hermione found him sat in the centre of the lounge, gazing at the ashes.
"Ron." She whispered. He turned and stared at her broken hearted. Dropping her cases she ran to him again, whispering broken promises and wrapped her arms around his neck, relieved when his arms curled around her waist.
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay, stay with me
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay with me
"Don't leave me please." He murmured into her neck.
"I couldn't." She sobbed and the pair stayed, curled up in the middle of a cold but no longer empty house.
A/N: I know it's a bit sketchy, but I hope you enjoyed enough to review!