Hermione walked through the door into the pouring rain. She'd finally done it. Finally left the horrible life she'd been living. Her entire life had fallen apart in those five years since the battle. Her parents, killed by Death Eaters. Her friends turned away from her because she'd gone into depression after being abused by her alcoholic fiance. She looked down at the golden engagement ring on her finger and wondered how she had gotten to this point. How her life had turned into the Hell. She flung the ring off her finger into the yard. Tears fell down her face and she barely made it to the car before she completely broke down. She sat there, sobbing, until she finally gathered enough strength to turn on the car and leave.
She didn't even know where she was going until she pulled into the driveway. The rain was still coming as she ran from the car up to the door and rang the doorbell before she could convince herself not to. A few seconds later, a familiar face surrounded by flaming hair opened the door. They stared at eachother for a moment. His hair had gotten longer, just barely covering his eyes. He had grown taller, standing almost a full foot over her. The rain raged around her, soaking right through her clothes and chilling her to the bone.
Ron looked into her eyes, the brown eyes he hadn't seen in nearly five years. His heart clenched as he took her in. Her eyes were red, and surrounded in dark circles. There were bruises covering nearly every visible inch of her body. Her hair was drenched, as was the rest of her. She looked so tired and helpless. She looked terrible. And then she was crying again. She flung herself into his arms and fell apart. He brought her to his couch and held her as she cried. As she told him everything that had happened. The engagement to Michael. The abuse. The alcohol. The depression. She told him how she hated her life, how she'd thought of suicide everyday for years. And how he was the only reason she hadn't done it. The whole time, he just sat and listened, not saying anything. She talked until she couldn't any longer, and she just layed in his arms and cried herself to sleep.
