Chapter 2

"Where were you, I was getting worried."

"I had to deal with some family issues."

She noticed a letter in the back of her pocket just then, she turned away from Ron a bit to read it.

Hermione,

I am sorry to tell you this, well this way, but I just didn't have the heart to tell you in person, because I can already see your reaction on your perfect little face. Your adoptive parents got killed by Voldemont, he found them looking for you and well, you can guess I'm sure, I am terribly sorry and I mean it.

I never want to see you in pain again and I have never forgiven myself for letting you go, you are my daughter and I should be able to be there for you no matter what you act like, and who you want to be. I love you Hermione and I will always, so will your father.

Draco is a good boy, and I really think he will be good for you, I know he is not your favorite person in the world (I saw the broken nose) but he is a good boy and as much as you may not want to believe it he does care about you, I cant wait till he comes home so he can tell me all about you. I know he is going to kill me for telling you all this but it is true, you both will be very good for each other.

Hermione, you will see me again soon, the small amount of things that you have left are at my house, tomorrow a buggy will be coming to get you. We have already began to plans for you and Draco's wedding, I can't wait to see you again baby. We've been missing you terribly. Love you and I will see you tomorrow you will be leaving with Draco.

Love Always,

Mom

Xoxo

Hermione just stood there feeling the tears arise to her eyes and stinging them, how would she explain this to people, how would they react, would they ever talk to her again? Her thoughts were soon interrupted when Ron turned her around her pressed her small fragile body against his own.

"Can I talk to you alone, please." He whispered

"Yea sure."

The two walked out into the fire burned school that they once called home, it now looked so creepy and dark, for the once happy place it used to be.

"Hermione, I know this probably isn't the time, but this seems right to me."

"What's up?"

"Well, see this whole war has shown me that not everything lasts forever and I don't want to lose you, I love you Hermione, and I always have and always will, you are everything and well I guess what I'm trying to say is, Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me."

He said this with his eyes full of hope as he bend down on one knee and presented Hermione with a box and inside of it was a small ring with a small diamond inside of it. It was so cute and as much as Hermione wanted to say yes she knew she couldn't, as much as she hated her family, she was her mother's daughter and she couldn't put anymore hurt in there life and go against there word.

"Oh Ron…"

"You don't have to answer right away, you can think about it if you want."

"Thank you Ronald. I will get back to you as soon as I can."

"Okay and I mean it all."

"I love you too Ronald, and no matter what I choose I want you to know that."

"Alright… well I should go back in and see my family."

"I am sorry about Fred."

"So am I… but I guess there is nothing we can do about it, I'm sadder about George and Mum."

"Yea… still."

"I know, anyways gotta go back in, cya back in there?"

"For sure."

Hermione stood outside of the Great Hall for a few more moments holding the little box in her hands and close to her heart. This time she let the tears fall, Ron was such a good guy and she felt so horrible that she would have to say no. she went outside and smelt the air, fresh and smoke filled air filled her lungs. She walked down to the black lake and sat on a rock she had sat upon many times before. She watched as the lake swayed with the wind creating little ripples across the water. She picked up a small stone and through it into the water, she watched until the little circles and ripples at passed by when she felt someone sit next to her. She didn't look up at first just continued to look at the beautiful lake and the little velvet box in her petite hands. A deep voice took her away from her thoughts of what might have happened.