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Entwined Hearts

Hello, my name is Ms. Smith. I am your psychologist. Now, how about you tell me your name and then you tell me why you're here.

My name is Hermione Wea—Granger. Frankly, I'm surprised I'm here. I should've died in the war, like my best friend, Ronald Billus Weasley.. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have died. He wouldn't have jumped in front of me while that son-of-a-gun death eater, Nott, threw an unforgivable curse at me… the worst, Avada Kedrava.

Are you sad?

Of course I'm sad! What do you expect? I was his fucking best friend, besides Harry! We were close! We were, we were like… two pees in a pod… God dang it--You fucking made me cry! I fucking don't want to cry fucking ever again!

Shh…. Calm down… Now, were Ron and you, together?

What do you mean, together! Of course we were together! All the fucking time! It was the fucking best time in my fucking life!

No, no, I mean like boyfriend and girlfriend..

Ron had many girlfriends. I had 3 boyfriends.

Who were they?

Fuck! You expect me to remember them all? There was Lavender, Padma, Hannah, Susan, and mostly the female population in Hogwarts.

No, dear. I meant you.

Those shit? Vicky, I mean, Victor, some dude that was obsessed with quiddich, and Ron.

So you were together!

I already told you that! What are you? A fucking fake? Harry didn't send me here to talk to a fucking fake!

No, I am no fake… why don't you just take a deep breath. In with the good and out with the bad… There now, that's better. Why don't we continue with... um... how about how you met Ronald?

We met on the Hogwarts Express.

Ah. Was there any special... connection when you saw each other?

I noticed his nose was dirty, and I told him so. I'm pretty sure he hated me for a while after.

Ah.

Of course we started off with a shaky start. Harry and Ginny had to push him a little when he asked me out.

And how was your relationship with him?

He was great. He loved me even if I was stubborn… I loved him… he asked me to marry him during Christmas. He was trying.. He was trying to be romantic.

What did you say to that?

I said thank you. And I kissed him.. And then I slipped the ring onto my finger…

Was he happy?

We were going to get married on July 4th. Of course it wouldn't be big, Voldemort was still at large. But then.. Then Voldemort attacked Diagon Alley, and it turned out he died. Voldemort died, at last, but Ron died too. It was the day of the lord of darkness, and the king of light's, downfall. Ron was my king.

I'm very sorry. The only thing I can do is give you what Mr. Potter gave me to give to you. He said it was about Ronald. Here you go.

What… what is it? It looks like a locket… oh! There's a note! Let me unfold it… on sec.. Ouch! Dang paper!

Paper cut dear?

Yah… I think.. I think I'm going to read this note to myself…

Go ahead dear…

Dear my darling Hermione;

If you're reading this... I'm sorry. I gave this locket to Harry to give to you if I died. He promised he would. I owe him a lot. Yeah, I suppose this is really corny, but I wanted to tell you that I love you more than anything in the world, and the only way I hope I die is to die by your side. Bloody hell, I'm crying. I don't know why.. I just have a bad feeling about today. I love you, Hermione, so if I die, please look at this locket, and remember that our hearts are entwined together. They will never break.

Love,

Ron

It looks like.. Ron… Ronald's heart.. is in my hands.

Dear, you can cry. It's ok to let it go.

I don't fucking want to cry… I don't want to fucking live anymore. I'm fucking tired of my life…

Shh… Cry my dear.

Oh god… he actually is gone…

It's ok to cry, it's ok to let go.