Chapter 2 Through Death Do Us Part

Ron closed the kitchen door behind him unable to look at the pain in his parents eyes any longer. He made his way up to the pond at the back of the garden, this seemed to be where all the Weasley boys went when they needed to be alone, it was either here or the broom shed but that was usually when they wanted to be alone with a girl and away from their mothers prying eyes.

Ron wondered to himself why it was here they all came, the pond was nothing special, sure it was larger than a normal garden pond but there were no merpeople or magical creatures in it, it was just your regular garden pond. Even if it did have a homemade dock they had made one year when he was about 7 years old, it wasn't to stable but it served its purpose for diving.

The only explanation he could think of was that it had the perfect view of the next village, of all the quite little houses and people going about their usual everyday things oblivious to the wizarding community, yes the Weasley's loved being wizards for who wouldn't but sitting here made you wonder what it would be like just have a quiet peaceful life.

Then Ron began to think of the broom shed, why he did not know. He began to think of the times he thought of taking Hermione there, of course he would never of done it because he didn't know if she would want to, besides he thought to highly of Hermione and wouldn't want their kissing sessions to be in a rotting old shed. But how he had wished that they were there alone together. Then he chuckled lightly to himself, why he would have taken her there he did not know because this was always the first place his mother looked.

Once he had stopped thinking about this he came to be thinking about Hermione, the way she had held his hand all day without the slightest intention of letting go. He loved Hermione, if he thought about it hard enough he could pin point the exact moment in which he realised he loved her. When she laid there petrified on the bed in the hospital wing, he just remembered thinking how horrible life would be without her in it. If he thought even harder than that he could remember when he knew he would never love another person in his whole life as much as he loved her, having recovered from being petrified and she was running down the great hall to greet him and Harry, her eyes shone so brightly that day, part of him hoped it was due to him.



"she loves you back now Ron you idiot, why couldn't you just be there for her like she was for you, after all she loved Fred as a brother as well." he began shouting to himself "God why can't you just hold her like you've always wanted too, you know you and her both want it. What is wrong with you." no matter how hard he searched inside himself for the answer he just couldn't find one.

Hermione opened the door of Ron's attic room, although she wasn't sleeping in this room and still had to share with Ginny, she found herself spending more and more of her time in this room. She would just sit in there looking at all of the pictures that Ron had of the Chudley Cannons zooming about, the picture that was taken of her, Ron and Harry in their first at Hogwarts that sat on his bed side table. It was taken before the three of them had any true problems, life was so simple and easy then.

The majority of the time she would just lay there on his bed holding on to his pillow trying to drain every last ounce of his smell from it. She could just lay there for hours and be reminded of him and all of the good times as well as the bad times.

For her this wasn't really a bad time because she knew that he would be back with her eventually, like Mrs. Weasley said it would just take time and she couldn't rush it. Besides loving Ronald Weasley came with much more worse times, such as not speaking to him for nearly an entire year just because he was too busy snogging another person or just him being so ignorant that he never even noticed she liked him. Despite these bad times there were more good ones, even just his touch was enough to make her smile from ear to ear all day.

Soon she found herself sinking into these memories as though they were dreams and before she knew it she was asleep dreaming of her future, her future with her Ron.



Ron looked up at his watch and realised it was half past one in the morning, he decided that he should go back in because it was late and knew his mother would still be awake worried, after all that had happened he couldn't bare causing her any more pain. So he painfully got up from where he had being sitting for the past few hours, his joints had become stiff from the breeze filling the air that night.

As he had expected when he walked through the door that night he found his mother sitting there with what seemed to be the same cup of tea she had hours ago.

"I hope you found the answers you were looking for Ronald" she said to her son as he walked through the door.

"I didn't even know the question I was trying to answer mum" he said as he took as seat next to his mum. "Mum you never needed to wait up for me you know there is not really anything to be scared of anymore"

"Ron, one day you will learn that a parent never ever stops worrying about their children no matter how old they get." Ron could sense the pain she was feeling when she spoke about her children "besides I couldn't sleep anyway"

The two just sat there for a while, Ron now had a cup of tea which his mother made for him, which was slowly becoming as cold as hers. Then suddenly the silence was broken.

"mum what are we going to do?" he had finally realised the question he was trying to find the answer to, hoping that his mum would be the one to tell him the answer.

"I honestly do not know, I suppose we will get over our grief in time, each in our own way, we just each need to find our own way that's all" she said taking a sip of her stone cold tea. "Ohhhh this is cold, well I know what I am going to do now and that is to join your father in bed"



She emptied her tea into the sink and took a look over her shoulder at her son.

"I think for now you should go to your room and wake up the pretty little thing that I expect is sleeping on your bed at this moment." she said with a small smile on her face. "Oh and Ronald that girl really loves you, you know" with that she climbed up the stairs to bed.

Ron sat there for about five minutes and eventually walked up to his room. There he found Hermione sleeping peacefully on his bed, he knelt down beside the bed and just watched her, the way her chest gently rose and fell with each breath she took, just wondering what she was dreaming about at this very moment.

Then out of nowhere it suddenly came to him what he needed to do and with that thought still fresh in his mind he silently began to collect his clothes that were placed all over his room and began placing them roughly into a old sports bag he found hidden under his old school trunk.

Once he had packed everything he could think of he gently knelt back down besides Hermione. He tenderly brushed aside the strand of hair that lay across the smooth skin of her face. Again just watching her chest rise and fall, he felt himself becoming lost in his thoughts of her and the way she looked, he quickly shook these thoughts out of his head because if he watched her for a moment longer it would have completely wiped out his plan.

He lent in closer and rested his cheek against her ear and with all the courage he could find within himself whispered into her ear.

"Hermione Granger, I love you with all of my heart but I can't give you the love that you deserve now, I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me when I return to you, I just don't know how long it will be but know that you will always be with me in my heart and in my dreams. I love you mione."

And with the last word she gave a light moan and moved whilst still deep asleep.


Ron left his room walked down the stairs very carefully watching the steps so not to make them creek as he went down. He passed his parents room, he then saw the door of Ginny's room, he slowly sneaked in there so not to wake her, and to his surprise she wasn't there. He looked around the room and his eyes met a small lilac bottle of perfume that he had bought Hermione for the Christmas they had shared together in Grimauld place. He sneaked over to the dresser and picked up the bottle and placed it gently into his bag and proceeded to the door.

Then he was in the living room and saw for the first time Ginny in Harry's arms asleep. The usual Ron would have gone red with anger at the sight of his little sister in a boys arms but instead he found comfort knowing that his sister was able to share her grief with the one she loved.

"Look after her Harry" he whispered

Ron quietly closed the door of the Burrow and walked out into the night with no idea when he would return. The air had turned extremely cold since he was last out here.

He walked up to Fred's grave, having been guided by the light that shone from the rose his mother had left. He knelt down

"Why did you have to go, I…. we need you here. But no you're still the stubborn Fred we all know and love, would do anything for a little glory. Git." he chuckled with a look of pure misery on his face. "I know if you were here you would kick my arse if you knew what I was about to do, but you're not here are you. His grief suddenly became anger. "Why Fred, I hate you for leaving us, I hate that you're not here. Why, why, why."