Hermione's POV
When the ruble cleared, I heard a cry of grief. "Ron! No…. Not Ron," Percy cried. I looked over and burst into tears. Fred was leaning over Percy, who was kneeling at Ron's head. I ran over and used every spell I could think of to wake him. It was no use. He was dead.
The next few weeks were a blur. I remember crying over his casket at the funeral. He was my first love and now he was gone.
One night, I walked out to the barn and smelled something strange. I looked in and saw Fred and George smoking. "I cannot believe you guys!" They looked up quickly then relaxed when they realized it was me, not Ginny or Mrs. Weasley. "Hey 'Mione …." "We were just…." "Enjoying a little mary jane…" "Want some?" they ended together. Mary Jane…. What in the world…. George must have seen my look of confusion because he explained, "Marijuana 'Mione. Pot, weed, etc."
I sat down with them. "Why are you smoking? Ron just died and…." I couldn't continue as I started crying. Fred answered, "We're doing it because Ron died. It's helping us get over the pain quicker." He put his arm around me when George piped in, "Yeah. It makes everyday a little less painful." He handed me the joint and that's when everything started to go downhill. That was the night I left all my friends behind.