A/N: Ron/Hermione thoughts. Slightly inspired by the Beatles song "For No One." Enjoy. I've got some other ones (all written thanks to the Beatles, just because I love those Beatles). I might add them here as well. Anyway, please tell me what you thought.


Remembrances

She cries because she can't forget.

Every smile, every gesture, every sweet word, fills her head until it feels like there's no room for anything else. She can't concentrate on anything else, she no longer aces her classes (though Harry comfortingly tells her B+'s are nothing to sneeze at). She can't concentrate because his words balloon through her mind.

She just can't forget.

What she wouldn't give to release all these memories. To just forget it. To be able to let it go, to breath out and let some of the pain waft away. But she just can't.

She has a great memory. For facts, for dates, for names and places, and for every little detail of the last seven months.

For the first time, she cannot stand having so much space in her head. She can see every detail of his face in every light, remember all the little gifts, all the terrible jokes that she laughed at anyway. Every date (or so it seems) every time and place where he was even remotely involved, she remembers in perfect detail.

She can't stand it.

She cries because she can't forget.
He cries because he can't remember.

There seems to be some kind of gaping hole inside him where all those memories should be. Those memories that have vanished as though sucked into the very earth, into some kind of void. Perhaps his subconscious did it, thinking to prevent pain, but pain has only been caused.

He wishes desperately that he could remember how her face looked when she was smiling a special smile, just for him, when she was particularly proud of him, when he had just complimented her.

He wishes he could remember all the little moments, the beautiful details.

Harry bracingly tells him that he hasn't really forgotten - he just shouldn't be thinking about it right now and he knows it. But he wishes desperately for just one memory of one fond moment. Instead, memories of their last fight shoot through his mind and envelope his thoughts.

Her hysterical face, his furious voice, Harry and Ginny sitting off to one side, clearly thinking that this is just another ordinary fight. Turned out not to be of course. But he doesn't like to dwell on that.

He wishes he had something else to dwell on. What he wouldn't give to be one of those guys that pine away on afternoon muggles soap operas (his mum's been watching them since she found out they existed), the guys that can't forget one detail of their "glorious relationship" or whatever.

He cries because he can't remember.

A/N: Ron/Hermione. Being an avid Ron/Hermione shipper, I firmly believe they got back together after this little fic. :P Just had to write it when it occurred to me.