The End

Ronald Billius Weasley was a mess. A drunken, fucked up mess. Hermione Granger- the love of his life, his rock – had left him for the evil ferret Draco Malfoy. They had kicked him out of his house, left him for dead. At least, that's what he thought.

He needed something. Something big to happen. He needed her back and he would stop at nothing to be with her one last time. He looked around his dingy flat in disgust; this is what his life came to? He bit his lip, downed the last of his firewhiskey and made a decision. He drew in a breath and apparated. He would be with Hermione Granger again, if it was the last thing that he did.

Here alone, standing barefoot in our lawn,
Worms squeezing their way through my toes

Tonight that's how it goes.

He was outside his old house. The house where they had raised their children, where they had had a happy marriage. He felt sick to his stomach. They were in there. He walked slowly to the bedroom window, his shoeless feet cold in the winter breeze. He just needed to see her again.

I'm at your window kneeling quiet;
I thought at least I'd maybe try to get your head right
Get your heart right
"Let him go!"

She was sat on her bed, reading, the epitome of beauty. He watched her lips twitch upwards as she read a funny passage, and remembered hours he had wasted spent, watching her read. Watching the emotions of the books wash over her. Fuck, he missed her.

He didn't know how long he crouched there, just watching her. It could have been mere seconds, or even months. He didn't care. He was happy to just be this close to her. He was disrupted from his thoughts by a second figure entering the room. His blood began to boil. That was him, the ferret. The twat that had stole his wife from him. He had entered both their lives with fake grandeur and 'honest' intentions. He had took an interest in Roses' education and wanted to send her to a brilliant educational facility for young wizards in France.

In turn, Hermione and Draco began to spend a lot of time together and then 'fell in love'. They had said it was something neither of them could help it, and could he please be a mature adult about it. He blamed Draco Malfoy for his misery.

Then through the glass, I see your dress fall to the floor
as he embraces every inch of you
the woman I adore.

Ron watched in horror as Draco bends down to kiss her and take her clothes of, lying her down on the bed. She succumbed so easily. She looked up at him, the ferret, with a lust that she never had for poor Ron. He was still transfixed – it had been so long since he had seen her body.

I can't believe the way you're bending
can't believe this never ending moaning asking him for more
I heard you begging him for more.

It hurt his head to watch, to hear her moaning for Draco in ways she never called for him. He wanted to rip his eyes out of his head, blow his ears off – just so, he didn't have to see the scene that was killing him. He needed her back, this stupid phase she had with Draco Malfoy was getting silly. He didn't care if t was a mid-life crisis, it had gone too far. She needed to come back to him, it was just right.

How far will I go
to make it feel right? "Come home"
I have to fix this on my own

He realised then, that the only person who could solve this horrible scenario was he. No one else cared. No one else could see that Draco Malfoy was bad for his Hermione, his beautiful princess. Watching Draco and Hermione in front of him was physically paining him now. His heart felt like a steel weight.

Replace my heart,
Cause I'm convinced mine broke the day I let us end
Replace my heart,
I don't want to live by coping, I'm done with hoping…..end.

He dug his knuckles into his eyes; he could not stand to look anymore. Hot tears were forming in his eyes and his rage was building up. He hit the ground under his feet, trying to let out the infamous Weasley rage before he screamed. He bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He needed to see again. He needed to make sure he wasn't hurting her.

I creep in close enough to see the way he touched her,
from her feet across her knees, inside her sweetest spot
he pleased and pleased her.
I turned around and tried to take control, but no control was capable
It was a centrefold of how less than low can possibly go.

Ron bent over and threw up. He rested his back against the wall and shamelessly let his tears fall. He could no longer deny the truth – this was no phase.

I squeezed the life into my brain
like pushing knives into a vein.

He needed to do something. He needed her back. Fuck, he missed her so much.

I've got to get, I've got to get, I said I've got to get inside
So to the back window I crawl in silent standing in the darkness
Of my living room, my living room
This used to be my home

Standing in the living room, he recalled happy memories. Memories of his family and friends, of him and Hermione. He bit his lip again.

How far will I go
to make it feel right? "Come home"
I'm moving forward to the bedroom door
He took two steps forward. Walking silently. He could hear muffled noises, they were still at it. Fucking like rabbits, Ron thought suddenly and had to stifle a hysterical giggle.
Replace my heart
Cause I'm convinced mine broke the day I let us end
Replace my heart
I don't want to live by coping, I'm done with hoping…end

He had to do something. He had to safe his love from the evils of Draco Malfoy. They would be together again, happy. Two thirds of the Golden Trio. Two halves of a whole.

I turn the doorknob with two fingers to be slow
enough to sneak into the room among the corner darkness gloom
I had to see this happening.

He closed his eyes as he walked in. He needed to see, but he could not bring himself to. They hadn't noticed he had entered – blinded by the euphoria of passion.

He pushed himself so deep inside her clapping rang and bounced off every wooden walled room
and that's when all went silent blank except the colour red.

Rage took over him. His mind blank and aims pure. He knew what he had to do to save her.

As I walked calmly, numbing paralyzed beside the bed
I said "I know I'm not allowed to be here. I just had to see
how good this new man really fucks you. Cause you both been fucking me."

As he said those words, he knew it was true. Draco had acted the perfect gentlemen – lulling him into a false sense of security – of friendship. Hermione, had played the part of an innocent beauty. Something he'd always thought she was until right that moment.

"So now I planned the last thing you can both do as a pair
I tie both blindfolds tight around your fucking eyes to blind your stare.

They had both stared at him in alarm. Draco had reached for his wand, and Hermione had looked so lost and so afraid. He had grabbed his wand – blindfolded them.

I don't want to alarm you, but I figured we could end this in what seems easy quick and painless
so I'll get down to business

He pulled out a gun from his pocket. It seemed poetic enough. It represented Hermione's muggle upbringing and Draco's original hatred of them.

I choose you first, there's a gun, it's at your head
so laugh at me just one more time but keep your face inside the bed
you sit and watch me while I do this shit and learn from what I've said."
I cocked the pistol pulled the trigger, and all I saw was red

A hole in Draco's head. He deserved it. His body lay lifeless and naked; Ron pushed him of the bed. His blood was everywhere. Hermione began to scream.

Then the screaming oh the screaming
it's nice to see you scared
of such a weak and stupid husband
who knows you never really cared.

She couldn't have really loved him. Ever. If she had, she'd never have left him right? He fucking hated her. Hated that he loved her.

I'll leave you with a question that I need to hear from your head
Was all this worth it knowing u have just seconds left to live?
Her face pulled into a frown. She went to speak but chose not to. Ron pulled the blindfold from her face; she needed to see her last moments. His face, the last thing she ever saw.
Now think about your answer, laying face down on the bed,
I cocked the pistol pulled the trigger and all I saw was red.

He did. He actually did it. It felt good, powerful.

I gently stroke her arm as she lies lifeless on her back.

They'd be together again. In another life. They would be happy.

Then placed the barrel in my mouth
all I saw was black.

A/N: All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling

Song belongs to Blue October (The End – Blue October)

Set 8 years after the Deathly Hallows epilogue.

Spur of the moment – critique is welcomed, but please don't be too harsh.