Hello. Here is my Fanfiction about if Ron had died. Please review. I love JK Rowling's ending to Harry Potter, so this isn't the one I would want, but it seemed fun.
A flash of green light. He fell to the ground. Among the debris. One of Hermione Granger's first ever friends. The first boy she had kissed. How could he be gone?
She could feel the scream of pain erupting from her, but she bit it back. She had to kill who had done this. Over Ron's dead body stood Dolores Umbridge, a sickly smile on her toadlike face. She was enjoying this. There was no shame in killing a monster like her. Hermione raised her wand.
Suddenly she felt hands grab her and pull her back. Green eyes stared into hers.
"Don't do it Hermione. Don't use that spell, you'll be as bad as him, as Voldemort."
She felt hot tears trickle down her face. The scream of pain and loss escaped her. She buried her face in Harry's familiar clothes and cried.
…
Hermione sat up. She would never be able to stop dreaming about that awful night. She felt around for her watch. It was five am. Well there was no sleeping now. She got up and went to the kitchen for coffee.
It had been a year since Ron's death. Hermione had never quite recovered. She had a good job in the ministry of magic, reforming it and trying to improve muggle relations. But she had never been able to shake off the feeling that something was missing in her life. Ron.
Since he had died, she had stopped dating. Victor had asked her to, but she felt as though she was being unfaithful. The only tomes she left her flat for anything other than the necessities was when Mrs Weasley invited her to another family dinner.
Harry was the only one who really understood. He had been very close to Ron, and now he was dead, Harry felt like an outsider. No one understood him the way Ron had.
Hermione wasted time, tidying the flat, occupying her mind desperately, before going into work early.
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"You look awful!"
Tact had never been Harry's strong point. He had the emotional range of a teaspoon. Like Ron. Hermione fought back tears again.
"Didn't sleep," she explained.
"Was it the nightmares?"
"Yes."
"You have got to let it go. Live again. Dumbledore always said that you shouldn't dwell on dreams."
Harry looked so earnest, so kind. He had let go, somehow. He still missed Ron, but he said that it was alright to go on living even without him. He had escaped the dark place that she was still stuck in. For a minute she stared into his deep green eyes. Everyone said they were his mother's eyes, but for Hermione they were his and his alone. She had a sudden urge to grab his hand and run, to be with him forever. But she couldn't. she couldn't let go.
"Dumbledore is dead Harry. So many are dead. We can't just forget them."
"No but we can't die too. We need to keep on living. It isn't wrong to be happy just because he's gone Hermione."
She sighed. Harry was always telling her this, the same story. It was a wonder he hadn't writing a book on it. Living, by the boy who lived.
"See you later then," Harry said, seeing that she was deep in inescapable reverie.
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After work Hermione discovered an owl on her doorstep. Mrs Weasley was inviting her to dinner again. Hermione only really ate properly at the Weasley's house, so Harry kept reminding Mrs Weasley to invite her. He was very caring. And cute.
Hermione shook her head and went inside. She would have to get ready for the dinner. At least Harry would be there. And Ginny. Fred and George were probably not going to be there though. The joke shop was now practically a global business. They had even opened up some muggle shops.
Hermione took a shower and put on some clean clothes. She had been living in suits for days, so it was nice to put on her snuggly Weasley sweater. Stepping out of the front door, she took a deep breath, and apparated.
…
The evening was not as bad as she had thought. Fred and George were there, so they dominated attention, leaving Hermione to chat to Ginny and Luna, who had also come. The two were both in high spirits, which made Hermione feel guilty, but at least someone was happy.
Halfway through the evening Ginny made an announcement.
"I would like to announce the wedding of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, two of my closest friends. Luna says that it is bad luck for the wife to be to tell people, as it attracts Nargles. Thank you!"
Luna got up to hug her friend and congratulate her on her speech. Hermione excused herself from the festivities and went to the kitchen. Harry was there, obviously hiding too.
"So you know too?" he grinned.
"Know what?"
"Fred and George are planning to set off fireworks in the living room, I fled as fast as I could. I want to keep my eyebrows."
"Luna's getting married."
"I know, Ginny already told everyone because she was so excited."
"Not me."
"You really are out of the loop! Hermione, you can't just not hear about a friend's wedding. You have got to get out of your head and into the real world."
He was so hot when he was angry. Hermione found herself walking toward him and taking his face in her hands.
The kiss was gentle as a bird. Harry kissed her back, almost tentatively, as though he was afraid to break the connection that had suddenly sprung up between them. Hermione thought of nothing but Harry. It was as though she had held back her feeling with a dam, and it had finally broken. She was living at last.