Author's Note: Just a plot bunny I had. All the moments Hermione suffers and how Ron reacts. Please review!
She was suffering so he went to help her. That, the book said, was the thing to do. If he was there in her time of need, she would love him. That's all he wanted really for her to care for him, the way he cared for her, maybe she did, but absolutely. So he held her as she cried. And he said that everything was going to be alright. He doubted it would be, but said it for her. Her, in his arms, felt right, as if that was the way it had always been and would always be.
She was suffering and he walked away. He was aggravated. What right did she have to cry anyway? She had Harry. Her and Harry always cozying off in the corner. He couldn't take it anymore. It was clear he'd been wrong about how he'd thought she'd felt. And there was no food, no plan. They might not have a family, but he did. He missed his Mum. He missed Ginny. He missed his brothers. He just wanted to go home. And so he Apparated off visions of her and Harry celebrating his leaving clouded his troubled mind as he went.
She was suffering and there was nothing he could do. He heard her scream over and over again, and he screamed with equal intensity. This was not some small grievance. How had they gotten into things so dark that the person he cared about most was being tortured? They shouldn't have tried, who were they against the most powerful wizard since Dumbledore? Harry was saying something but he didn't pay attention. Her screams hit him like his own personal torture and he wanted nothing more then to be there and hold her and make it all better. But he couldn't.
She was suffering and so was he. His brother lay on the floor, ice cold, not like he'd ever been in life. Fred was supposed to be jolly, grinning, and lively. It wasn't right. Harry had won. Everything should be right. But it wasn't right. Face upon face stared up at him, lifeless and cold. And so he grabbed onto her for dear life, tears dripping down his nose, because in her arms was the only place he felt that the world was right as opposed to cold, dark, and hopeless. Together was the only way they could move on.
She was suffering and so he grabbed her hand, glancing worriedly up at the Healer who'd assured them everything would be ok. "This is normal," the older wizard said with a smile. But her screams reminded him of long ago, of a time when he couldn't help her, and he flinched. She noticed and told him not to be silly, she'd be fine. They named the baby Rose. Hermione had a meaning for it, literary and complicated. But as Ron held the precious baby girl he thought it was because she was as beautiful as a rose, so he smiled.
She was suffering and so he laughed at her and told her Rose would be fine at Hogwarts. He remembered all the adventures they'd had there, how much fun they'd had. Rose would be fine. There was no longer a dark wizard terrorizing the world. She was no longer in any sort of danger. And hopefully when she did suffer she'd have someone there, like he'd been there for her mother all those years. Someone to hold her, and tell her it would all be ok, even if it wouldn't. What more could you wish for a child, then happiness?