A lot of people wanted another chapter, so here it is, guys! This is a pretty dark chapter, and don't forget to read the warning below. Don't forget tovote on my poll if you want me to continue this story. Thanks!
WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. READ WITH THIS IN MIND AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
Third Person POV
She fell for the wrong one. She was marrying more like. Even as Ginny, who was like a sister to her, chattered away about how excited she was about her marriage to her brother, Hermione's mind couldn't help but stray from reality to fantasy in which she was marrying the man she wished she would see at the altar. Her bestfriend and fellow survivor of the War.
The one who knew when she needed a shoulder to cry on. The one who recognized the fact she was female whereas Ron only asked her as a last resort. Granted, he didn't ask her either... But at least he didn't ask everyone and then her. He was the one to understand her tears.
He knew her in ways that Ron wished he did. Only the knew how upset she was when Ron stormed off, and how often she cried out of worry for him. He distracted her then, and he held her hand through it all. But after all that, it was Ron who proposed (after MUCH urging and prodding and hint dropping from from him), and the one she said yes to.
Why did I say yes, again? She asked herself again and again through out the whole process. She continuously searched herself for the answer and came up dry each time.
Now she knew. You want to be with him, but this is the best you can have. His bestfriend. The only connection closest to him other than yourself. She answered.
She planned it all out in her head. She thought of all the possibilities, and their outcomes, but he was never one to follow plans that were preset.
He came in, and asked to be alone, which sent off warning bells.
What does he want to talk about? Why is he frowning? I don't like that look on him. I need to see him smile.
"Harry, what's wrong?" She heard her voice speak to him.
He denied something being wrong, but she was a smart witch, and she knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. After a short argument, he spilled his heart out and laid it all on the table. She was surprised by the conviction and intensity behind his words and tone.
She told him about her hidden feelings as he turned the door handle, catching his attention.
It all happened and ended ten minutes before the wedding. And now she was waiting for her knight to come and get her out of the church and away to Grimmauld Place 12 to pack and travel to new places together. Of course, Ginny came in and asked if it was true that she and Harry were leaving.
"Yes, Ginny. I'm sorry, and of course, I don't want to hurt Ron, but I love Harry, and marrying Ron will only hurt him because I'd leave him for Harry eventually." She explains, a sad, soft tone to her words.
"B-But! I thought you loved Ron?! Or were you just lying to him? To me? To mum? To everyone? Hermione?" She exclaimed. "Why would you say yes if you didn't love him like he loved you? Why, Hermione?" She shoved Hermione lightly to get a reaction out of her, because Hermione hadn't said anything yet.
"Because I'm a selfish bitch, and I wanted Harry, but since I thought I couldn't have him, I'd take the next best thing: Ron! Go ahead and hate me, becuase it's better than lying to you for the rest of our lives! Better than being married to someone I don't love, and end up hurting them becuase of my greed. I care about Ron, and that is why I'm stopping it now, sooner rather than later. This marriage will do nothing but hurt the people I want in my life. You, Ron, Harry, your mum... All the people who loved me like family, who ARE my family! Ginny, don't you see? It's better that Ron hurts now and heals with someone who will love him and care for him better than I ever could." She was breathless and teary eyed after saying all that, but it felt good to say it.
A hex came from beyond the doorway, and Ron was heard roaring, "AND I CALLED YOU MY BESTFRIEND! OF ALL THE LOW DOWN, BACKSTABBING LYING PIECES OF SHIT I'VE EVER HAD THE DISPLEASURE OF MEETING, YOU TAKE THE CAKE, HARRY!" As more hexes came flying into the room.
Harry was heard bellowing back, "RON! CONTROL YOURSELF! THIS WILL SOLVE NOTHING, YOU IDIOT! GET A FUCKING GRIP, MATE! EXPELLIARMUS!"
Hermione and Ginny ran to see what was happening. She gasped.
"Harry! Ron?! STOP!" She screamed.
Their wands were glowing green from the previously uttered spells, and Ron looked murderous while Harry was grimacing at his former bestfriend.
The Killing Curse was evaded by both, but Ron's was ricocheting throughout the room, and almost hit Harry. It bounced off a wall and hit Ginny straight in the back. She fell to the ground, spread eagled in the curse's trademark position.
"GINNYYY!" Hermione screamed, staring in traumatized shock. Both men stopped and stared, unseeing, at the dead Weasley girl.
"Gin?" Ron uttered, looking heartbroken for his younger sister.
"Ginny?" Harry asked at the same time. One would've thought he was watching Voldemort murder his parents once more.
The commotion had attracted Molly Weasley, as she had heard her son, the groom, shouting and Hermione, the bride scream. What she didn't expect to see was the groom and best man with wands drawn, Hermione's makeup ruined by her tears and, the worst shock of all, her baby girl laying dead on the floor, eyes looking skyward and empty.
"Ginny?" She whispered. "Baby?" Her voice shattered a little more with each second she saw her youngest child and only daughter lay there, not breathing.
"Wha..." She looked to Hermione, then slowly moved to Harry, and finally, Ron. "What happened to my baby girl?" The sound of her voice was painful to hear. It made all three wince as if it caused physical pain.
"Mrs. Weasley..." Hermione whimpered.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BABY?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?! TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO GINNY!" She wailed. "Give me back my little girl... I never got to take a picture of her in her bridesmaid dress." She sobbed, cradling the dead girl in her arms, smoothing her hair back and fussing over her as if she were still alive, probably hoping for her to spring back up and complain about her constant hovering, like she used to.
"Mum..." Ron's voice was hoarse from screaming and the emotional turmoil inside him. "Mum... I never meant for it to hit her... It was for Harry. It... It ricocheted of the wall and..." He didn't continue, just swallowed thickly and looked at the floor.
"Mrs. Weasley..." Harry stopped. What do you say to a mom that just lost her child? What could ever make it better? What words could be offered to soothe a bleeding heart? Harry couldn't find any words to say that didn't feel and sound insincere and shallow. Fake.
It wasn't supposed to go this way. Harry thought miserably to himself. I was just supposed to explain to Ron the situation, and then get Hermione and leave. He wasn't supposed to explode like that... Bloody hell... He mentally shook his head at himself.
Ron suddenly starts off running.
Coward. The darker part of him whispered.
Mrs. Weasley doesn't notice, and continues to mutter to herself and hug Ginny. Hermione seems stuck in the position she was in now, hands over her mouth, eyes wide and wet with tears, looking down on Ginny's lifeless body. I hug her close and she buries her face in my neck automatically.
"Oh, Harry..." She sobs quietly. "Why must it have been her?" She clutched him tight, as she let out all the stress and sadness into his shoulder. He told wanted to shed some tears for Ginny, but that would come later, in the privacy of his house.
What a day this turned out to be... Harry snorted to himself, wanting to just use a time turner to go back and just keep this from happening.
