Title: Tombstones

Summary: She was once his life, and they were once lovers… RHr

Fandom: Harry Potter

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling

A/N: an old fic; decided to post it just for the heck of it. Yeah. Read, enjoy, and most importantly, REVIEW!!

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Ronald Weasley sat leaning against the wide oak tree, shivering. Remnants of the tears streaked down his face, his eyelids were droopy, but he didn't budge from his place.

He stared at the empty space in front of him, as the residue of past memories played inside his head. A certain auburn haired girl occupied his thoughts, the times he spent with her.

He looked around him, hoping this was all a nightmare and she soon will be here to hold his hands once more. But his imagination failed him as his hopes broke down; he flipped his gaze to the ground.

"Mione", he whispered to himself, over and over again. His fingers grasped the soil, grains of it falling off as he let go.

He'd always loved her, always. She haunted him, her smile, her laugh, her eyes, yet years passed, and he couldn't let go, no, he wouldn't let go. It's been years, since the accident, yet he could not forget her, years had passed without her, alone, and yet he still can not erase thoughts of her from his mind.

She was once his life, and they were once lovers, but now, he was just a lone man sitting under the tree, whispering the name of his past lover, drowned in misery.

Night came and the moon shone down on his silhouette, Ron finally stood up and walked around the empty graveyard. Silence hung around the place, cooperating with the always eerie atmosphere.

He looked down on a certain tombstone, his eyes averting to the rose, the single rose that was laid there this morning, its petals had fallen, and the other roses, that had been laid there every single day, had not been removed, petals gone and dry, but it still remained there, still as a statue and pale as the marble of the tomb.

He managed a sad smile to himself as he walked out of the cemetery, only to stop at its metal gates. His figure faded away in the moonlight as he soon disintegrated.

He croaked softly to no one in particular, "Five years of watching you every morning", he smiled, as if there really was someone standing in front of him and said goodbye as he vanished into thin air. No one heard him.

Morning came, and as she had done everyday, Hermione Granger walked into the cemetery, holding a single rose and laid it on a white marbled tombstone. She kneeled silently, closing her eyes as she prayed for the owner of that tomb.

Carved into the white marbles of the tomb was one name, Ronald Weasley.

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A/N: I bet most of you thought Hermione was dead. –evil laugh- PLEASE REVIEW!! I love you guys.