(A/N-This is a FanFiction that is loosly based off of the Video When your Gone, by Pureblood Productions on Youtube. I own nothing, if I did the story wouldn't have ended the way that it did.)
Chapter 1-Dreams and Confessions
"No, I gonna come to!" Hermione shouted at Ron as he walked away. She began to follow him, then a green flash came from no where and she awoke in a cold sweat, in her bed. His side, cold, and dead. She brought her knees under her chin and began to cry. It wasn't something she was accustom to, but recently, its all she could do, to help herself calm down.
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Two years earliar
Hermione stood in the door, of the Burrow, carrying her suitcases. She had just left home, to live with the family that she belonged to. Starring at her was the man of her dreams. The only boy she can really remember ever truly fight with, except Draco, but she was tired then, and very cranky that Hagrid had lost his case because of his dad.
"Hiya Hermione!" Ron said, coming over and taking her bags from her. She smiled at him, but the smile had a small bit of doubt in it, because normally it was Mrs. Weasley who came and took her bags. Maybe he's learned some manners finally. Nah! "So, how's your summer been?" He asked kindly, and politely.
"It's been fine, in less you count the fact that I had to charm my parents, and send them to Australia, and that I might die when we go and look for Voldemort." Hermione said, in a very ha-ha fasion.
"Yeah, I've been wanting to talk to you about that." Ron said, his voice sounded a little weak.
"What about?" She said, as they reached Ginny's room. (The Room she is staying in.)
"I-I don't want you to go." He stumbled on his words.
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
"The same reason Harry broke up with Ginny." He said, avoiding eye contact. "I love you." Hermione didn't even have time to register this when Mrs. Weasley came in.
"Lunch time dears." She gave a dirty look to Ron right before she left.