This is just a short fic that I did when I was bored. It was originally posted as my 'Blade' fic but i've decided to take it off and change it.
Summary: This is after HBP. Hermione and Ron are hunting the remaining death eaters in an old broken-down house whilst Harry is in St. Mungos after defeating Voldemort and Hermione loses track of Ron. Just to explain a couple of things, Voldemort had threatened the prime minister into saying that Ron is a stone-cold serial-killer and warned them to arm themselves with guns. So they have to battle the additional threats of Muggles.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter. Darn!
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"RON!" Hermione yelled, searching the room in vain. No reply came. She grew worried and ran from room to room, wand in her hand. Finally she found him in the living room, unconscious, blood pouring from a bullet wound in his shoulder. She scanned the room for death eaters, werewolves, or muggles, found none, and hurried to kneel beside the boy on the floor. Examining the wound, she saw that the bullet had passed through his shoulder, and was now embedded in the wall behind him.
Shaking, Hermione felt his pulse and found it was slower than normal, with his breathing shallow. Tears ran down her cheeks as she held her wand to the wound.
"Don't you die on me now," she whispered, and whispered a complicated stream of Latin words. A gum-like substance shot out of the end of her wand and into his shoulder, pulling the skin together and healing the wound. The red-head flinched as it went in, but it only made Hermione cry harder as she removed her wand and put it in her pocket. When this was done she propped him up against the sofa.
"No. Don't even think about dieing, Ron. Come on" she sobbed. Taking his hand in hers and cupping his face with the other "We need you Ron. Ginny, Harry, Luna, Neville. They need you. Goddamn it, I need you. You can't just leave us now, after all we've been through. You can't think that just because Harry succeeded in destroying Voldemort doesn't mean you aren't needed on this planet. I need you Ron Weasley. Don't die, I need you." Her voice trailed off as her tears overwhelmed her and she collapsed crying on his chest.
After a few moments, a hand tightened and another rose to remove hair from her face. Looking up, she met a pair of blue eyes staring back at her.
"You really need me?" He asked, and Hermione nodded, leaning across to hug him. Ron smiled against her hair and wrapped his arms around her.
"I wouldn't leave you 'Mione. Don't you remember? We die together, no other way." He sighed, before continuing with words that would change his entire life, for better or for worse.
"I love you, Hermione Granger."
She looked up, shocked and stared into his eyes.
"What?"
"I said, I love you. Always have, always will." He said, turning red. Hermione's mouth dropped open.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thank fuck."
Ron looked up, confused. Then realisation sank in. "You mean-?" Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
"I love you too."
Ron leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, his arms pulling her close. She wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled his head down, letting his tongue enter her mouth. They kissed for at least a minute, eyes closed and hands wandering, before Ron pulled back and stared Hermione in the eyes, smiling as he did.
"What?" She asked, confused, and Ron muttered one sentence before leaning in to capture her lips again;
"I need to get shot more often."
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