Do You Love Red Heads? (A Suicide Story)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Would I own them? Nope, they belong to JKR and WB
Author: Lils P.S. a.k.a A Typical Snarry Fan
Spoilers: None really but oh, yeah! *hits head* PS/SS Cos without that how do we know these characters?
Warning: Death Fic
Pairing: Past Herm/Krum implied Ron/Hermione
Summary: Everyone knows that Herm loves red heads right? Well, one letter can change all.
Notes: Gasp! No slash! Well, I just wanted to type this baby up, then get the other part of my snarry story up.
My beta would fix this story up but she's very busy with exams.
Ron was worried; He just sent an owl over to Hermione's house. Ron has loved her since 4th year. He was hoping that she might respond.
Dear Hermione,
Remember how we always fought? Remember how Harry would always step between us? I'm sorry. I was the first to comfort you when Krum dumped you. I love you. I have loved you since 4th year. I want you to know that I would never hurt you. I love you forever,
Ron
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Meanwhile, Hermione was thinking the same thing. It hurt her so much when Vic-Krum broke up with her. She looked outside just as Pig flew into her open window.
Her eyes filled with tears of joy as she read her beloved words.
Drying her eyes, she snapped her fingers. She was going to send Ron a letter, as a joke. She knew that he loved to have a laugh at things.
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Ron crossed his fingers as he saw Pig soaring into his small, cramped flat that he shared with Harry *.
Dear Ron,
I am surprised. Didn't you know I hate red heads? I CAN Not TRUST YOU! I RATHER SPEND TIME READING LIKE A BOOKWORM! GET A LIFE!
Love from,
Hermione
Ron's eyes filled with tear, but it was the opposite effect then Hermione's. Looking at the archway between his sitting room and bedroom, he knew what he had to do.
As he as making the Hangman's noose, he never noticed a larger bird fly up behind him. Waving his wand, immobilising the noose to hand from the archway, he quickly brought up a chair. As he put the noose around his unblemished neck, the one Hermione dreamed about, he knocked away the chair.
Eyes, bulging from the lack of oxygen, his last thoughts were, 'Hermione, how could you.?'
A/N: Ah, a sequel if you want me to.
Lils
* I stole this from my other fic *g*
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Would I own them? Nope, they belong to JKR and WB
Author: Lils P.S. a.k.a A Typical Snarry Fan
Spoilers: None really but oh, yeah! *hits head* PS/SS Cos without that how do we know these characters?
Warning: Death Fic
Pairing: Past Herm/Krum implied Ron/Hermione
Summary: Everyone knows that Herm loves red heads right? Well, one letter can change all.
Notes: Gasp! No slash! Well, I just wanted to type this baby up, then get the other part of my snarry story up.
My beta would fix this story up but she's very busy with exams.
Ron was worried; He just sent an owl over to Hermione's house. Ron has loved her since 4th year. He was hoping that she might respond.
Dear Hermione,
Remember how we always fought? Remember how Harry would always step between us? I'm sorry. I was the first to comfort you when Krum dumped you. I love you. I have loved you since 4th year. I want you to know that I would never hurt you. I love you forever,
Ron
0.0.0.0.0
Meanwhile, Hermione was thinking the same thing. It hurt her so much when Vic-Krum broke up with her. She looked outside just as Pig flew into her open window.
Her eyes filled with tears of joy as she read her beloved words.
Drying her eyes, she snapped her fingers. She was going to send Ron a letter, as a joke. She knew that he loved to have a laugh at things.
0.0.0.0.
Ron crossed his fingers as he saw Pig soaring into his small, cramped flat that he shared with Harry *.
Dear Ron,
I am surprised. Didn't you know I hate red heads? I CAN Not TRUST YOU! I RATHER SPEND TIME READING LIKE A BOOKWORM! GET A LIFE!
Love from,
Hermione
Ron's eyes filled with tear, but it was the opposite effect then Hermione's. Looking at the archway between his sitting room and bedroom, he knew what he had to do.
As he as making the Hangman's noose, he never noticed a larger bird fly up behind him. Waving his wand, immobilising the noose to hand from the archway, he quickly brought up a chair. As he put the noose around his unblemished neck, the one Hermione dreamed about, he knocked away the chair.
Eyes, bulging from the lack of oxygen, his last thoughts were, 'Hermione, how could you.?'
A/N: Ah, a sequel if you want me to.
Lils
* I stole this from my other fic *g*