Lyrics by Zaret and North
Whoa! My love, my darling,
I hunger for your touch,
Alone. Lonely time.
And time goes by, so slowly,
And time can do so much,
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love to me.
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea,
To the open arms of the sea.
Lonely rivers sigh, wait for me, wait for me,
I'll be coming home, wait for me.
Whoa! My love, my darling,
I hunger, hunger!, for your love,
For love. Lonely time.
And time goes by, so slowly,
And time can do so much,
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love to me.
She had collected the ingredients fairly quickly. Hermione was ready to take the potion. "I'm coming home to you, Ron," she whispered. "Home may be wherever the dead go now, but it's better than being alone, without you."
"Wait!" A familiar voice said. Hermione froze. She had gone insane. She was hearing Ron's voice. "Please don't do this, 'Mione."
"Ron?" She whispered his name as if it were wrong to say it.
"Yes. I'm here, 'Mione. I'm right here."
"Oh Gods, I've gone insane."
"No, you haven't. I came back to tell you not to do this. Killing yourself won't solve anything. It won't bring me back."
"No, but it will allow me to be with you, Ron. That's what matters. I need to be with you." She began to weep. "You promised you'd never leave me!"
"I haven't left you, 'Mione. I'm here now, and I'll always be with you. I will always watch over you and keep you safe."
"But I don't want to be here unless you're here with me, alive."
"'Mione, you need to listen to me. I love you, and I always will, but we can't be together the way we said we'd be. You have your entire life ahead of you."
"I don't have anything to live for with you, Ron! You're my life! Everything I planned for my future revolved around you. Without you, I have nothing."
"You have to be strong, 'Mione. You need to stay strong and live your life. Live for the both of us."
"I don't know how to do that without you."
The glass holding the potion fell off of the table and shattered. "I'm here, 'Mione, and I'm always going to be here to help you. But you have to let go of me. You need to survive this. I know you're strong enough to get through it."
"I don't know if I am."
"You are, trust me. And I'm always going to be here watching over you."
Harry came into the room them, and Ron quickly vanished. "I heard glass break," Harry said, a worried expression on his face. "Are you alright?"
Hermione stood up and ran to Harry's side. She wept into his shoulder. No words were spoken, but somehow, Harry understood. She was going to be alright.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Hermione went to New York City, as she and Ron had intended to do before everything had changed. She wandered through Penn Station, another faceless entity among the many muggles passing through, a part of their world and yet removed, different somehow. She was searching for some sort of sign that she was doing the right thing. Suddenly, and very gently, something grazed Hermione's cheek. Although it felt as though a butterfly had fluttered past her cheek, she saw nothing. And then, she knew. "I love you, Ron," she whispered. Ron was truly watching over her, and she knew that she was going to make it.