A/N So, this is my first fan fiction that is being published. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated; if you don't like dramione you should get off now don't tell me. If you like Ron, you might not want to read this, you've been warned.
Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, otherwise Rose wouldn't exist because Draco would have married Hermione, not Ron
Hermione stood next to the casket, her arms wrapped around her daughter. Through her glistening eyes, she could see the vacant body of her husband. Why did this have to happen she thought desperately I have lost so much already, why do the bad things always happened to the same people.
It had been a day just like any other; Ron had come home like any other night from the office. Then, the fighting had started. It was over something trivial, she had wanted to go see muggle movie and he wanted to watch quidditch, but his flaming hair matched his temper and when he let his temper get a hold on him, there was no turning back. He turned around and grabbed his jacket before charging out the door saying "I'M TAKING A WALK!" That's the last words he had ever said to her. After that, Hermione had thrown herself on the couch and cried herself to sleep. She never noticed the wand Ron had left in his anger.
One our later, Hermione was awoken by a loud rapping on her door. She groggily trudged to the door and was startled to see a policeman standing there. " Excuse me madam, but are you Mrs. Weasley?
"Yes sir, I am Mrs. Weasley," she stammered
"Could I come in for a moment?" he asked
"Of course, take a seat" She replied gesturing to the living room.
"Oh, I won't be here for long, umm… we found your husband in the street. He was hit by a car and…" He murmured. Hermione gasped
"Is he okay? Where is he?"
"Madam, he was dead when we found him" the police office sighed. Here, Hermione had broken down. She barely had enough strength to call Ron's parents. The police officer took her to the hospital and she didn't remember much after that. She remembered calling Harry and Ginny and seeing Ron's body in the cold, hard hospital bed. She vaguely remembered singing the papers to transfer him to St. Mungos. Exactly how they did it without telling the doctors they were wizards had escaped her memory. She had been so distraught that Harry had to make all the funeral arrangements. It was summer time, so at least she didn't have to summon the kids. Speaking of which, she was ashamed to say that she had no idea what they had been doing over the last week. She hadn't been paying much attention. Hermione glanced down at the redhead in her arms. Losing your gather at sixteen had to be rough.
A/N Sorry this is so short, hopefully the chapters would get longer, think of this as a preface. I apologize if I got anything wrong, my father has my seventh Harry Potter book so I can't see the epilogue, any details are from memory. So anyway, please review. I promise there is some Scorpius/Rose coming up and soon there will be a lot of dramione, I have to set it up first though.