A/N: If this songfic stinks, im sorry, its my first try at one.
Hermione walked down the aisle slowly, tears
stinging her already red eyes. She could hardly
believe that day would ever come, she felt that she
would never lose him over something like this. She
had always figured if she was going to lose one of
her best friends, it would be Harry, never Ron. Ron
was more than just a friend to her, and they had both
known it, as he had walked out of Hermione's flat
that fateful night. If she had only known, she would
have stopped him, done something so he wouldn't
have gone. Now that he was gone, she didn't want to
stay there either. Harry was there, but Ron would
never be back. Harry was beside her, now, gripping
her shoulder in a brotherly way, guiding her down the
aisle towards the casket.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
The Weasley's were seated in the front aisle,
waiting for them. Molly had finally quit crying, for
it seemed as if she had no more tears to cry. Her
eyes were red and puffy, and her face was deathly
pale. Arthur was seated beside her, one of his hands
in hers firmly, as he looked off in space at the
casket. He was still in shock, he couldn't really
believe that it had happened. Bill, Charlie, Fred,
George, and Ginny were seated all in a row, from the
oldest to the youngest. Percy was there, but wasn't
seated with the rest of the family, and that seemed
to upset Molly the most of all.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
Hermione was only a few feet from the casket now, and
Harry went to sit next to Ginny to give her space.
She remembered all the times that Ron and her fought
and the tears finally poured out over her eyelids and
coursed down her cheek. What made her cry more was
thinking about how whenever she cried he would always
hold her and tell her how much she meant to the world
and to not give up.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
One of her hands shook as it went to the casket top, and it slid
across the smooth wood. She wanted to see him one
last time, but with the condition his body was in,
they had to have a closed casket funeral. All the
pain and suffering over the last few months were over
for him, but they had only just begun for the rest of
them. He had died in the hands of Voldemort himself,
and Hermione hadn't gotten to say good-bye.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
She remembered the dream she had the night he had
died. Ron had came to her, and told her that it was
okay, he was better now, and he was in a good place,
although he wasn't with her. She instantly knew
that he was gone, she didn't know how she just had
an instinct. Ron had kissed her for the first time in
his life. It felt so real, there was warmth and love
in it, and his lips had lingered there until she woke
up, and realized he was really gone. She apparated to
Harry's house a few short minutes after, crying
that he was dead. Five minutes later, they got the
news for real.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
She had loved everything about him, his stubbornness,
his growing stupidity at times, even his temper. She
knew she could never love someone else like she loved
Ron.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
"I love you Ronald Weasley...that you will never
know..." she whispered, as a tear dripped onto the
casket, leaving a small droplet.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
A gust of wind blew through the church, and a
voice whispered softly into her ear, "I have always
loved you, 'Mione, and I've always known..."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she spun around to
look for the voice. She found everyone, but the
person who had spoken. She suddenly became more at
peace.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
She turned around for one last good-bye, and when she
looked down, the tear was gone, and in its place was
one solitary red rose.
Hermione walked down the aisle slowly, tears
stinging her already red eyes. She could hardly
believe that day would ever come, she felt that she
would never lose him over something like this. She
had always figured if she was going to lose one of
her best friends, it would be Harry, never Ron. Ron
was more than just a friend to her, and they had both
known it, as he had walked out of Hermione's flat
that fateful night. If she had only known, she would
have stopped him, done something so he wouldn't
have gone. Now that he was gone, she didn't want to
stay there either. Harry was there, but Ron would
never be back. Harry was beside her, now, gripping
her shoulder in a brotherly way, guiding her down the
aisle towards the casket.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
The Weasley's were seated in the front aisle,
waiting for them. Molly had finally quit crying, for
it seemed as if she had no more tears to cry. Her
eyes were red and puffy, and her face was deathly
pale. Arthur was seated beside her, one of his hands
in hers firmly, as he looked off in space at the
casket. He was still in shock, he couldn't really
believe that it had happened. Bill, Charlie, Fred,
George, and Ginny were seated all in a row, from the
oldest to the youngest. Percy was there, but wasn't
seated with the rest of the family, and that seemed
to upset Molly the most of all.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
Hermione was only a few feet from the casket now, and
Harry went to sit next to Ginny to give her space.
She remembered all the times that Ron and her fought
and the tears finally poured out over her eyelids and
coursed down her cheek. What made her cry more was
thinking about how whenever she cried he would always
hold her and tell her how much she meant to the world
and to not give up.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
One of her hands shook as it went to the casket top, and it slid
across the smooth wood. She wanted to see him one
last time, but with the condition his body was in,
they had to have a closed casket funeral. All the
pain and suffering over the last few months were over
for him, but they had only just begun for the rest of
them. He had died in the hands of Voldemort himself,
and Hermione hadn't gotten to say good-bye.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
She remembered the dream she had the night he had
died. Ron had came to her, and told her that it was
okay, he was better now, and he was in a good place,
although he wasn't with her. She instantly knew
that he was gone, she didn't know how she just had
an instinct. Ron had kissed her for the first time in
his life. It felt so real, there was warmth and love
in it, and his lips had lingered there until she woke
up, and realized he was really gone. She apparated to
Harry's house a few short minutes after, crying
that he was dead. Five minutes later, they got the
news for real.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
She had loved everything about him, his stubbornness,
his growing stupidity at times, even his temper. She
knew she could never love someone else like she loved
Ron.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
"I love you Ronald Weasley...that you will never
know..." she whispered, as a tear dripped onto the
casket, leaving a small droplet.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
A gust of wind blew through the church, and a
voice whispered softly into her ear, "I have always
loved you, 'Mione, and I've always known..."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she spun around to
look for the voice. She found everyone, but the
person who had spoken. She suddenly became more at
peace.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
She turned around for one last good-bye, and when she
looked down, the tear was gone, and in its place was
one solitary red rose.