Gifted touch
Hermione sat silently for a very long time, contemplating all that Draco had told her. "So you haven't used magic since you left Hogwarts?" It was a rather hard thing to believe. She had been muggle born and she couldn't even remember what it was like living without magic. Draco shook his head. "No, I haven't. What about you, I've heard you talk about Harry millions of times, but not once have I heard you mention Ron. What happened?" He immediately regretted asking because as soon as the question popped out of his mouth, tears sprang to Hermione's eyes. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer right now if you don't want to." Hermione shook her head. "No, you have a right to know, it's just hard to talk about that's all." Taking a deep breath, she began.
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"Right after Hogwarts, Ron was asked to become and auror. He accepted although I begged and pleaded with him not to accept. We had been dating for quite awhile, since fifth year at least. After he accepted the job, he proposed, telling me the only reason he had waited so long was because he had wanted to have a secure future for the two of us and the family that we would most likely have. I accepted. We had a very long engagement that lasted for two years. Harry lived with us. Two weeks before the wedding Ron and I had an argument before he left for work. He accused me of having an affair with Harry while he was out working. We argued for a good hour before he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He had never left the house before we had made up because we knew he was in a dangerous line of work." At this, Hermione let out a little sob of anguish. Draco gathered her to him, "Shhh. It's all right. It's okay to cry." Hermione sniffled and then continued her story. "I got a call at four o'clock that night, telling me that Ron had been killed while on site at a robbery. The only thing that made sense after that was that he had left the house angry and I never got to tell him how much I loved him. That's why I never talk about him, it hurts to much."
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Draco held her for a long time, thinking of the pain that she had had to endure. It wasn't fair that the woman he loved had had to suffer so much. They were so young, only twenty-two and she was already aged so much more for the experience. They had more in common than he had realized. "Hermione, love, I'm so sorry. I'll bet that, wherever he is, he just wants you to be happy and he's looking down on you right now and I'll bet he's so proud of you that he's about to burst. He would want you to be happy. Do what makes you happy 'Mione." With that, he kissed her on the nose and drove her home.
Hermione sat silently for a very long time, contemplating all that Draco had told her. "So you haven't used magic since you left Hogwarts?" It was a rather hard thing to believe. She had been muggle born and she couldn't even remember what it was like living without magic. Draco shook his head. "No, I haven't. What about you, I've heard you talk about Harry millions of times, but not once have I heard you mention Ron. What happened?" He immediately regretted asking because as soon as the question popped out of his mouth, tears sprang to Hermione's eyes. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer right now if you don't want to." Hermione shook her head. "No, you have a right to know, it's just hard to talk about that's all." Taking a deep breath, she began.
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"Right after Hogwarts, Ron was asked to become and auror. He accepted although I begged and pleaded with him not to accept. We had been dating for quite awhile, since fifth year at least. After he accepted the job, he proposed, telling me the only reason he had waited so long was because he had wanted to have a secure future for the two of us and the family that we would most likely have. I accepted. We had a very long engagement that lasted for two years. Harry lived with us. Two weeks before the wedding Ron and I had an argument before he left for work. He accused me of having an affair with Harry while he was out working. We argued for a good hour before he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He had never left the house before we had made up because we knew he was in a dangerous line of work." At this, Hermione let out a little sob of anguish. Draco gathered her to him, "Shhh. It's all right. It's okay to cry." Hermione sniffled and then continued her story. "I got a call at four o'clock that night, telling me that Ron had been killed while on site at a robbery. The only thing that made sense after that was that he had left the house angry and I never got to tell him how much I loved him. That's why I never talk about him, it hurts to much."
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Draco held her for a long time, thinking of the pain that she had had to endure. It wasn't fair that the woman he loved had had to suffer so much. They were so young, only twenty-two and she was already aged so much more for the experience. They had more in common than he had realized. "Hermione, love, I'm so sorry. I'll bet that, wherever he is, he just wants you to be happy and he's looking down on you right now and I'll bet he's so proud of you that he's about to burst. He would want you to be happy. Do what makes you happy 'Mione." With that, he kissed her on the nose and drove her home.