Hey peoples! Sorry I haven't updated, I haven't been writing for SUCH A LONG TIME. My creative juice was pretty much gone, so now that I've had time to recover, here I am. Hope you like the next chapter. :D

So enjoy.

Second Chances

Chapter 2

Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me...

"No!" he screams at her, shaking her by the shoulders. "It wasn't my fault, I'm sorry!" she shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes.

"It's all your fault, look what you did." She replies, using her hand to indicate the burnt, barren landscape that surrounded them. "You destroyed it all." she sits down and looks up at him. "And it won't come back until things change. Until you see what's going on. You know that, right?" She gets up, turns away, and begins walking.

"Wait! Come back! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!" he yells. She stops walking and turns around.

"Come and find me, Ron. Then you'll understand."

No...

Ron shot up in bed, a cold sweat covering him from head to toe. He was breathing hard, as though he had been running for hours, when all he had really been doing as sitting in bed. He sighed, rubbed his forhead with his palm, brushing away the strands of flaming red hair that stuck to the sweat on it.

He took a deep breath through his nose, put his hands on his lap, and sighed again. He looked down at the blond haired beauty next to him in bed, sleeping a peaceful sleep. Simple, pleasant, and comepletely pain-free.

He laid back down, staring at the blond's face. Her eyes flickered open, noticing his warm breath on her face. Her chocolate brown eyes stared into his clear blue ones. For a moment they reminded him of someone else's. An unfamiliar girl, but her eyes...chocolate brown, warm, almost exactly the same.

"Is something wrong, honey?" she asked Ron.

"Nothing. Just a bad dream." he said, kissing her high, clear forehead. "Love you, Anna." she smiled.

"Love you too." Her eyes fluttered closed, and she slowly drifted to sleep again. He turned to face the ceiling and wondered for a moment, just a moment, who he kept seeing in his dreams. He didn't know. He didn't remember her at all. In fact, there wasn't much he remembered. He remembered almost nothing before the age of sixteen.

He decided it was useless to wonder, she was probably just a figment of his imagination. CLosing his eyes, he drifted of to sleep as well. This time, his mind was clear, and his dreams were pain-free.

--

Hermione walked down the street, a scarf around her neck, a heavy coat on her back, and a messenger bag around her shoulder. Her brown hair was pulled into a low ponytail. She rubbed her eyes with her hand and yawned.

The ever-present smile she used to have was now almost a rare thing ever since Ron...

No.

She couldn't bear to think about it.

She put her hands in her coat pockets, her breath coming out in white wisps in the biting winter air. The people in front of her were completely oblivious to her presence. They went about their ordinary buisness, completely calm. They were so carefree, not a worry in their lives. She silently wished she could be like that.

Maybe one day. Maybe.

--

Ron was unusually quiet that day. the camera shop he worked in was relatively small, but it seemed samller still today, almost the the point where he felt as though he was suffocating. He rested his chin in his hand and looked out the window, watching the people pass by.

Sighing and letting his mind wander, he caught glimpse of a girl. Not just any girl. Although she might seem that way to other people, this wasn't the case for him. For him, this girl was familiar.

This girl was the one who'd been in his dreams.

He jumped off of his stool and grabbed his jacket. Putting in on as quick as he could, he called to his fellow employee, Trent.

"Trent, take over for me for a sec!" he said, running outside the camera shop.

"Where're you--" Trent tried to ask, but was too late. Ron slammed the door before he got a chance to say the whole thing. Ron's mind was obviously elsewhere. He ran out onto the sidewalk and across the street, dodging cars. He pushed his way through the crowd of people on the sidewalk, trying to get towards the girl. And then, in an instant, he'd lost sight of her. She was nowhere to be seen.

Hermione.

That single word came to his mind. He didn't know what it was, though. It came to his head again.

Hermione.

He took a deep breath, and all of a sudden, without knowing why, bellowed it out for the whole world to hear.

--

"HERMIONE!!"

Her head snapped around as she heard her name being called out into the street by a voice.

Ron's voice...

"Ron?" she said softly. And then she caught sight of him. She could hardly believe her eyes. There he was, tall, blue-eyed, and red haired. Just like she'd remembered him. She started to push her way towards him.

"Ron!" she called out, but her voice was drowned out in the noises of the city. She tried to keep sight of him, but the people who kept walking past and blocking her view made it hard to do so, seeing as she wasn't very tall a person.

The next instant, he'd dissappeared. Her breathing was hard from running and pushing a path towards where he'd been. People now bumped into her still body. A couple sayings of "Watch where you're going!" and "Excuse me, please." were lost by her. The world had suddenly become very quiet.

"Ron..." she whispered, "Was that all in my head?..."