You Could be Happy

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The red haired man sat on the edge of his bed looking at a worn picture of a woman with curly brown hair, alluring brown eyes and a smile that warmed his heart. A solitary tear ran down his face as he watched her smile back at him and then hug the younger, happier looking version of him before leaning up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, resulting in a profuse blush by the young man. He wondered, as he stared solemnly at the picture, if she was happy now and if she'd ever been happy since she'd left.

You could be happy and I won't know

But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

Ron remembered the day he watcher her walk away, the most terrible day of his life. It was the day he lost all happiness, all meaning, and the day he stopped really living. He, of his own tongue, had lost Hermione Granger, his Mione, the love of his life. She had looked utterly depressed and devastated as she walked out that door, the door to their house. He remembered his heart breaking as he saw her weeping as she had turned to face him one last time before slamming the door on her way out. Yet, being the stubborn person he was, he watched her leave, his heart tearing painfully as he did so.

And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played on lips 'till it's madness in my head

Why had he said that he hated her, he could never hate her. He had said that he didn't need her, something that was completely untrue. He needed Hermione like he needed air; actually she was the only thing he needed, the only thing he wanted. He still wondered why he didn't try and take it back, apologise for everything. She had given him the opportunity to say he didn't mean it but his stubbornness prevented him from mouthing the two simple words that would have stopped this whole mess from occurring, I'm Sorry. He didn't say it and now he was alone and without the only thing he longed for, without his Hermione.

Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

Was it too late to find her and say sorry, tell her that he missed her and would do anything to get her back. They had been perfect together and he had so many utterly perfect memories, that's all they are now- memories of what he had lost and could never get back. They had been so happy together, everything was right between them and neither was as content anywhere else as they were lying in the others embrace. Yet something had happened- he couldn't place a finger on what exactly- and they'd started fighting more then they ever had before. The last few days had been hell, yelling and calling each other the worst names they could think of. Ron was sure that they could have moved passed it if they had have let themselves calm down but, both being extremely stubborn, they had said things they couldn't take back. Yet still Ron wondered if he could see her again and if they could have a second chance.

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

He remembered the first time he had kissed her, the pure bliss he had felt when his lips had brushed hers. It was nothing like when he had kissed Lavender or any other girl for that matter, it was heaven and after experiencing her kiss he never wanted to go without it again. There were so many memories that, like this one, made Ron realise just how stupid he was for letting her go. They had been through so much together and they had both thought that he could get through anything, they were obviously both wrong. But Ron knew that they could have gotten through anything, they just stopped trying. He knew that he should have made every attempt possible to stop her leaving but he didn't and now he was left with nothing but regret.

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

He did hope she was happy, her honestly did, but he just wished she was happy and with him. He knew that he had been happier with her then he had at any other time in his life. She brought something out of him that he didn't even know he was missing and he never felt as alive as he did with her. He had been in love with her since they were both twelve, long before he really knew the meaning of the word. She was his everything and now that she was gone he was an empty man, the happiness had been sucked out of him the moment she walked out that door.

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

There was nothing he wouldn't do to go back in time and take back all the terrible things he'd said and grasp onto his Mione, never let her go. Often he would dream that nothing had happened, that she was still there, and wake up in the morning calling for her as, for that tiny brief second, he honestly believed that her leaving had been the dream, nightmare actually. But then he'd realise he was living the nightmare. Dreaming was the closest he'd get to seeing Hermione again, touching her, kissing her, holding her and just talking to her. And for the tiniest moment she was his reality again, he was able to believe that his dreams were real. He'd do anything for these moments, he lived for them. Everything he owned smelled like her, that heavenly mixture of parchment, the strawberry shampoo she used and a smell that was uniquely Hermione. Though it made him miss her even more he would often just suck in that smell and let it engulf him and allow him to feel like she was still there.

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

She really was the smartest witch of her age and she had so many opportunities coming her way all the time. He wanted her to do whatever she wanted to, whatever would make her truly happy. She was always going to be successful, with brains like hers she was bound to be, and more then anything he wanted her to have a life filled with contentment, the life she truly deserved. Ron knew that he had held her back; he always needed her and was always dependant on her. He could see that she was getting bogged down with work yet he craved her attention so would weigh her down with guilt that she wasn't paying him enough attention. She was never able to do as much as she wanted to with him around and, though he knew he was stopping her from achieving all her goals, he couldn't have her near him and not want to hold her, talk to her. Yet now she wouldn't have him bothering her and she could achieve everything she'd ever dreamed of and he sincerely hoped she would.

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

He desperately hoped that she would be happy, successful and live a life full of everything his was missing. He didn't want her to feel the way he did, to be living an empty shell of a life. Ron had to let her go and move on; he knew this much he just didn't know how. Hermione could be happy and he wouldn't know and he knew that he could, one day, be happy to. So he put her picture away in his drawer, wiped the solitary tear from his cheek, and said goodbye to the love of his life, goodbye to Hermione Granger. He didn't wish ill upon her; after all he had stuffed it up not her. He wanted her to have the world, she deserved it. He just wanted her to be happy and he didn't care if this was with or without him.