A/N: Hey guys, it's me again. Now I know that the last chapter may have been a bit confusing but I just needed a way to get rid of Ron. Sorry Ron shippers, but this was ultimately a Dramione story, so he had to leave at some point. And I thought that this might be a good way of showing his love for Hermione, one last time. So read the chappie and tell me what you think.

LittleMissDramione

I sat on my bed holding the pillow to my chest. He was gone. I cried until I fell asleep again. When I woke again, I was disorientated as to where I was but then I quickly remembered, all the pain and guilt returning in an instant. I wouldn't ever see him again. No one would. They would be shattered. I tried to sit up and dry me eyes as I saw Ginny come in and sit beside me.

"Hey" I say weakly.

"Hey, how are you?" She had a sad smile on her face. I could only imagine how the rest of the Weasleys were taking it. It was Fred all over again, except this time it was worse. Fred was killed. Ron took his own life.

"Okay for now." We sat in awkward silence until Ginny spoke again.

"Mum's taking it really hard, his death…which you probably don't want to hear right now."

"I'm really sorry Gin." My voice cuts out. What else was I supposed to say?

"I know, but I know it wasn't your fault." I looked at her in shock. She didn't blame me for Ron's death. How could she not?

"I know what you're thinking 'Mione, but no I don't blame you. No, I'm not entirely happy that you chose my brother when you knew you loved Draco, but you didn't shoot Ron. You saved him from bleeding out on the streets." I could see Ginny trying to hold it together like I was, but she was breaking down.

"He wasn't supposed to then kill himself. How could he leave us all?" Tears burst over the side and ran down my cheeks. I could see Ginny crying as well.

"Harry told me that he did for you and Draco. As a final goodbye." I loved Draco and knowing that he was alive made me happy, but not when at the expense of someone else I love. Ginny and I sat, holding each other until we fell asleep together on the hospital bed. Harry must have come in at some point and bought Ginny home as I woke up alone. A doctor came in to check on me one final time before he discharged me. As soon as I was free to go, I found out where Draco was and dashed over to see him. He was sitting in his bed, talking with his mother. I knocked on the open door to grab his attention. He looked even paler than normal.

"Hey." Mrs Malfoy stood up from her chair and walked across the room, enveloping me in her arms.

"Thank you." She gave me a crushing hug before saying goodbye and leaving. I gently sit on the bed next to Draco. He looks so fragile. The silence breaks when Draco asks if I've talked to Harry and I nod. I try to fight the tears again.

"He told me when I first woke up. The Weasleys are here waiting to take him home. They no doubt hate me with their guts." Draco reaches over and grabs my hand, rubbing circles into my palm with his.

"I'm sure they hate me more, it's because of me that he's dead. He left that for you." He nods his head over to the table and chairs, an opened letter lying there. "I've been going over it in my head ever since and I can't get round it. Why he would do it?" I let go of Draco's hand and walk over to the table, opening the letter.

Hermione

If you're reading this, then I will be dead. They can't save him without a donor. There isn't enough time to find one. I know you love him. I can see it…

*Ron's view

I felt the pull of apparition but the pain of the bullet is too much to focus on anything else. I can feel blood soaking my shirt. All I see is a blur and voices around me. Hermione. Is she okay? I can hear screaming.

"Help them! Please! Save him!"

We're moving again. I think we're at St Mungo's. Hermione would bring us here. I can feel gloved hands on me and more voices. I groan at the pain spreading through my body.

"He's losing too much blood. He'll die without a transfer."

"We don't have enough time to find one."

I'm dying. This is it. I'm going to die. They can't save me. I hear more voices and someone beside me groaning.

"Hermione. Hermione." A faint whisper. I used all my energy to turn on my side. That voice.

"Hermione. Where is Hermione?"

I see white blonde tuffs of hair. It's him. I only see him for a second before they move him. I look up at the doctors above me.

"He's awake again." I try to grab the hand holding me.

"What's his type?" The blurry doctors look down on me with twisted faces. I ask again.

"What's his type?" I hear nothing from them as they talk.

"Take mine. He needs to live. For her." I can feel myself slipping again. He has to live. He's her happiness. I can feel movement again, and faint voices. If this is the end, I need them to know.

"Mr Weasley, can you hear me? If you do this, you'll die. You've lost too much blood to donate and live."

"Take it. He needs to live for her. Please. We're wasting time." I hear nothing until he speaks again. I asked the man to take my memories and turn them into letters. Something sticks into my arm and I feel my life force leaving before I fall asleep again for the last time.

*Hermione's view

…I know that now. He needs you just as you need him. I'm sorry that there couldn't be another way, but know that I always love you. Goodbye my dear.

Ron

I dropped the letter on the table again. He did it for me. For Draco. I turn to him and see the look on his face.

"He did it for me. For us." Draco doesn't respond and I don't say anything else. I stay with Draco until he's discharged. As expected everyone apart from Harry and Ginny hate us. Even my own children. Rose can't stand to look at me, only talking to me when necessary. Hugo's become a crippled version of himself. He never comes out of his room. Rose takes his and her dinner upstairs. I've never felt so broken before. The day of Ron's funeral came and I consider whether I should go or not. Rose and Hugo spent the night before at The Burrow. Ron would have wanted Harry to do the eulogy but the Weasleys had other ideas. They too had been exiled when they took our side.

"We should go Hermione. He was your husband, but before that he was your best friend. You've been through too much to not go." Ginny argued.

"You're going then? Despite your family and everyone else?"

"Yes, I may be on the outs with my family, but he was still my brother. Harry wants to go as well. Say a few words if he can."

"What about Draco? The Weasleys might hate me but they won't stand for Draco being there."

"It might be best if he stays here."

"Who's staying here?" I turn my head to see Draco and Harry walk in. Even though Ron saved Draco's life so that we could be together, our relationship had been on the outs a bit. Did Ron expect us to get together straight away, all lovey dovey and forget he died, feeling no grief or sorrow whatsoever?

"Ginny and I think that it might be best here today while we go to Ron's funeral. We just don't want to upset anyone. The Weasleys are already mourning the loss of another son. Molly might snap if she sees you." Draco didn't look happy and I knew he was going to disagree.

"I owe the man my life, I have to at least show my gratitude."

"I know but today might not be the best time. Ginny, Harry and I are just going to pay our respects and say goodbye to a dear friend. That's all. We probably won't stay for the post funeral reception." I softly grabbed his hand and held it in mine, my eyes pleading with his. With time, I hoped that we could get our relationship back.

"Alright, if you think that it's a bad idea. I won't go. What time is the funeral?"

"In a few hours so we should probably get ready." I let go of his hand and leave the room.

We apparate outside the Burrow where the funeral was taking place. As we walk inside, we're met with glares and disapproving looks. I see Rose and Hugo sitting on the lounge by the fireplace. I need to fix my relationship with my children.

"Rose?" She looks up at me with distain, holding her brother as he cries.

"Yes mother."

"Rose, please stop these. I'm just upset about your father's death as you are. Why do you hate me so much?"

"You think I hate you because dad died? I hate that you prance around with the man who killed him. Dad's not even buried yet and you've already moved on like the past numerous years of your marriage don't mean anything."

"Rose, your father meant everything to me. He was my best friend, but we just weren't suited as a couple anymore. I never wanted to lose your father. He just decided that he would be the hero again and save someone's life and lose his own."

"But he had us! How could he leave us?!" Rose broke down in tears and I held her, stroking her hair. I would have held her longer but trouble arrived.

"What are you doing here? You aren't welcome!" I turned to see a puffy eyed Molly standing there.

"Mum, she was his wife. She has a right to be here."

"No it's fine Ginny." I quietly ask her and Harry to take Rose and Hugo out of the room and they do, leaving me and Molly alone.

"I came because he was my friend. Regardless of everything that has happened. I know you think that this was my fault Molly, but it wasn't. Ron choose to save Draco."

"He should have lived. He had family who loved and needed him. Malfoy had no one. He should have died. Not my boy."

"Molly, I know that it's hard losing a loved one, but-"

"No you don't! You don't know what it's like! When you find either Rose or Hugo dead, lying cold on a hospital bed, and your heart breaks into a thousand pieces. You'll know what it means to lose a loved one." She leaves it at that and left. The funeral was about to begin and I took a sit somewhere near the back. It was clear there wasn't a seat reserved at the front, since no one wanted me here. Arthur gave the eulogy only getting halfway. Fred gave the signal that the floor was open for anyone who wanted to say a few words; starting by saying how great a brother Ron was and that he was hero till the very end. No one went up except for Harry and Ginny. I couldn't watch. It was too painful so I left, apparating to my apartment. Draco was there reading a book. He saw me and knew that I needed him. We sat for hours and I cried myself to sleep again.

LittleMissDramione