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Written for;
Make It Angst or Fluff Competition. Valentine Card.
Valentine Making Station - Bronze Ribbon - Write about Hermione.
Warning - Character Death
Without Him
She sat in the dark.
Ron had been her first love, and her last. He was her everything, even when he annoyed her to the point of wanting to pull her hair out. They'd shared adventures together, had survived a war together, had loved and laughed and cried together.
Without him, there was no light.
He was her balance. Her other half. Her better half. He made her laugh. He forced her to stop taking life too seriously. He showed her that life could be wonderful without having to analyse every single second of it. He made her believe in fairy tales.
Without him, there was no happily ever after.
When they'd woken up that morning, he'd kissed her like he always did, promising to be home in time for dinner. He ate a hearty breakfast, complaining when she tried to convince him to eat fruit instead of bacon. He followed their familiar morning routine, not knowing that it would be the last one they would ever share.
Without him, there was no routine.
When he left for work, she'd straightened up the living room and taken down the valentine cards. She'd smiled again when she reread the words he'd written to her, far more eloquent than anything he could have said. She'd appreciated the time he took. She hadn't known it would be the last one he would ever send her.
Without him, there was no love.
The fire-call came while she was working and she'd almost ignored it. The last thing she'd expected was a hasty summons to the hospital. The last thing she'd expected was to hear the words, "Ron's been injured on duty. It doesn't look good." They'd sounded foreign. They'd sounded... wrong.
Without him, there was no sense of reason.
Harry, tears falling freely down his face had been the one to tell her the news. She doesn't remember what happened next. It's all gone blank and now she's too numb to care. She doesn't know what to do, what to say, what to feel.
Without him, there is nothing.
As night and day fall around her, she sits in the home they shared, warded against the world. She stares unseeing at the wall. The valentine card is clutched in her hand, resting over her heart. Her other hand cradles her stomach, where their unborn child hides away, unaware that he or she will never meet their father.
And she sits in the dark.