This is my first fanfiction, I hope you guys like it! I know it's really depressing, but just wait and see where I go with it!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the phenomenal J.K. Rowling. I just play around with it.
Ripping of the Heart
Hermione
It had been nearly a year and a half since the day that Voldemort was destroyed. Meaning it had also been nearly a year and a half since the night that Ron and I shared a kiss in the castle. I thought back to that night and remembered how elated I had been about that kiss; it was exactly what I had needed to get me through the rest of that dreadful night. Since that night, a lot had happened. Ron and I finally admitted our true feelings and got together, and for a moment everything seemed perfect. Then the moment passed.
My nights were filled with screaming and sweat covering my body. Every night I woke up from a nightmare that revolved around our journey to find the Horcruxes and the battle at Hogwarts. The terrifying memories had at first only appeared during the night, but then it spread like a horrible disease. I found myself with a constant headache, and nothing seemed to stop the pain. I used different potions and draughts to try and relieve them, but it didn't work. When I was around Ron I tried to put on a happy face, but that could only last so long. There were days when I was forced to show Ron the true agony that I was in, and I could see in his eyes how much it crushed his heart.
As I sat on my bed in the flat that Ron and I shared with Harry and Ginny, I tried to tell myself I was wrong. I had started to develop a theory, a theory on why I simply couldn't get over the memories and the pain. It was a theory that I wasn't particularly fond of, but one that I found myself believing to be more true every day.
I couldn't get over the memories, because of the constant company of the two reminders of it all. As long as I was around Harry and Ron, much less living with them, I wouldn't be able to get over my pain. There was only one thing I could do to fix my problem. I had to leave my best friends who I had known for almost all of my life, one of which was my boyfriend who I loved with all my heart.