This is the alternate ending to the alternate ending. Hope the fluffy
people will enjoy.
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Hermione woke up from this fantasy with a start. She'd had more and more destructive visions of late, and was starting to have a mental breakdown from them. She walked downstairs into the parlor, still holding the gun. She was planning on using suicide to make Ron aware of the pain he had caused her these past three years by ignoring her obvious love for him. He'd miss her once she was gone. Her life now was worthless without him.
As Hermione walked into the room, tears streaming down her face, she misfired a shot into the wall, right next to where Crookshanks was lying. Harry pulled out his wand and sent a jinx her way, to constrain her body. "Petrificus Totalus!" he screamed. The tears still came, and Harry enabled her to speak.
As she began, Ron picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He had no idea that Hermione had so much emotion bottled up inside of her. He almost wanted to pick the gun up and shoot himself for being so insensitive to her ordeals. When he said this aloud, Hermione let out a huge sob, telling him what he had wanted to hear all of these long years. "No! I'd sooner die than have you hurt. I love you, Ron. I have for three years now, and I was afraid that your love for Harry as a friend would eclipse my love for you. I know now that my love for you is brighter than all the stars and suns and light on earth combined, and I should cease to be jealous for your attentions. I will survive through the pain," she gasped. Crookshanks leaped onto her, comforting her and apologetically meowing at Ron.
A/N: Okay, this is getting too fluffy, to the point of creepiness. I'll leave it here, and leave the rest to your imagination.
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Hermione woke up from this fantasy with a start. She'd had more and more destructive visions of late, and was starting to have a mental breakdown from them. She walked downstairs into the parlor, still holding the gun. She was planning on using suicide to make Ron aware of the pain he had caused her these past three years by ignoring her obvious love for him. He'd miss her once she was gone. Her life now was worthless without him.
As Hermione walked into the room, tears streaming down her face, she misfired a shot into the wall, right next to where Crookshanks was lying. Harry pulled out his wand and sent a jinx her way, to constrain her body. "Petrificus Totalus!" he screamed. The tears still came, and Harry enabled her to speak.
As she began, Ron picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He had no idea that Hermione had so much emotion bottled up inside of her. He almost wanted to pick the gun up and shoot himself for being so insensitive to her ordeals. When he said this aloud, Hermione let out a huge sob, telling him what he had wanted to hear all of these long years. "No! I'd sooner die than have you hurt. I love you, Ron. I have for three years now, and I was afraid that your love for Harry as a friend would eclipse my love for you. I know now that my love for you is brighter than all the stars and suns and light on earth combined, and I should cease to be jealous for your attentions. I will survive through the pain," she gasped. Crookshanks leaped onto her, comforting her and apologetically meowing at Ron.
A/N: Okay, this is getting too fluffy, to the point of creepiness. I'll leave it here, and leave the rest to your imagination.
