Running With Nowhere to Go but Backwards
Summary: Sequel to 'Nothings Ever Over' Harry's dead, Hermione debates over going back for all she has left...
Disclaimer: I don't own nuttin.
A/N: This is slightly shorter little sequel to my one-shot called 'Nothing's Ever Over' I felt horrible leaving it as it was, but as it turns out, this one makes me feel just as bad. Lol. Anyway, I'm actually writing this to get an opinion, d'you think I should maybe merge the two and make it into a longer fic? I wasn't sure if I should leave it be or not... but the whole no happy ending thing is starting to get to me. What do you, my dear readers, think?
~Running With Nowhere to Go but Backwards~
It was so stupid. So stubborn. So incredibly me.
Why didn't I see it?
It wasn't logical, I suppose. How could the two of us ever repair the damage done. With Harry, it would have been hard to do, but without him... it was impossible... wasn't it?
Ginny said that Harry wouldn't have wanted it to be like this. She said he wouldn't have wanted us to stop living. She said that nothing's ever over.
So did Ron.
It was after the funeral. I was shaking, crying... I just wanted to die. What was life without Ron? Life with Harry. But what was life without Ron or Harry? But could I honestly live my life normally without them? I depended on them. I needed them. But it was too late for realizing my mistakes. It was all over.
"HERMIONE!!!" someone bellowed. I turned rapidly to see who had called me. Ron was pushing through the crowd to reach me.
"What, Ron?" I said in a blank tone. I didn't want to talk to him. But at the same time, I did. No, I didn't. What I really wanted was to cry, to tell him everything. But I couldn't.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for whatever happened. Really."
"Ron," I turned to look him in the eye. I tried to hide whatever it was that I was feeling. "Harry's gone. We're done. It's over." He reached out to touch one of the green earrings Ginny had given me.
"Nothing's ever over, Hermione." How could he say that? It was all over. Harry was gone. We were through. My life was nothing." I tried to hold back tears.
"Green doesn't apply to everything, Ron." I said quietly. And before I could show sign of weakness, I left him there. Alone.
I was running away from my problems, but what I didn't know was that the one thing that could help me through was the one thing I had just left behind.
It was so stupid. So stubborn. So incredibly me.
Why did I do this to myself? I knew I needed him. I knew I loved him.
Maybe that's the answer.
I needed him. But I didn't want to need him.
After all, he was Ron Weasley.
He was the boy that I had spent seven years despising one day and not being able to get enough of him the next.
Nothing was ever stable between us. And I liked stability.
But where was stability now?
Nowhere.
Stability died with Harry.
I couldn't go back.
Going back would mean I was weak.
But where else could I go?
Nowhere.
I couldn't go anywhere else but backwards... and that was the one place I didn't want to be.
And yet... that's exactly the place I belonged.
Summary: Sequel to 'Nothings Ever Over' Harry's dead, Hermione debates over going back for all she has left...
Disclaimer: I don't own nuttin.
A/N: This is slightly shorter little sequel to my one-shot called 'Nothing's Ever Over' I felt horrible leaving it as it was, but as it turns out, this one makes me feel just as bad. Lol. Anyway, I'm actually writing this to get an opinion, d'you think I should maybe merge the two and make it into a longer fic? I wasn't sure if I should leave it be or not... but the whole no happy ending thing is starting to get to me. What do you, my dear readers, think?
~Running With Nowhere to Go but Backwards~
It was so stupid. So stubborn. So incredibly me.
Why didn't I see it?
It wasn't logical, I suppose. How could the two of us ever repair the damage done. With Harry, it would have been hard to do, but without him... it was impossible... wasn't it?
Ginny said that Harry wouldn't have wanted it to be like this. She said he wouldn't have wanted us to stop living. She said that nothing's ever over.
So did Ron.
It was after the funeral. I was shaking, crying... I just wanted to die. What was life without Ron? Life with Harry. But what was life without Ron or Harry? But could I honestly live my life normally without them? I depended on them. I needed them. But it was too late for realizing my mistakes. It was all over.
"HERMIONE!!!" someone bellowed. I turned rapidly to see who had called me. Ron was pushing through the crowd to reach me.
"What, Ron?" I said in a blank tone. I didn't want to talk to him. But at the same time, I did. No, I didn't. What I really wanted was to cry, to tell him everything. But I couldn't.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for whatever happened. Really."
"Ron," I turned to look him in the eye. I tried to hide whatever it was that I was feeling. "Harry's gone. We're done. It's over." He reached out to touch one of the green earrings Ginny had given me.
"Nothing's ever over, Hermione." How could he say that? It was all over. Harry was gone. We were through. My life was nothing." I tried to hold back tears.
"Green doesn't apply to everything, Ron." I said quietly. And before I could show sign of weakness, I left him there. Alone.
I was running away from my problems, but what I didn't know was that the one thing that could help me through was the one thing I had just left behind.
It was so stupid. So stubborn. So incredibly me.
Why did I do this to myself? I knew I needed him. I knew I loved him.
Maybe that's the answer.
I needed him. But I didn't want to need him.
After all, he was Ron Weasley.
He was the boy that I had spent seven years despising one day and not being able to get enough of him the next.
Nothing was ever stable between us. And I liked stability.
But where was stability now?
Nowhere.
Stability died with Harry.
I couldn't go back.
Going back would mean I was weak.
But where else could I go?
Nowhere.
I couldn't go anywhere else but backwards... and that was the one place I didn't want to be.
And yet... that's exactly the place I belonged.