Title: I'll Always Love You
Rating: PG at most.
Disclaimer: See it? Recognize it? Good. IT'S NOT MINE!
A lone figure stood on the rooftop of her apartment complex. Though the air was cold, and a wind whipped about, the girl did not shiver nor did she move at all. It didn't bother Hermione Granger any more. Nothing did.
It had been almost eight months, yet the pain and the hurt made it feel as though she had just learned of his death. Ron Weasley. He had been her life, her love. But he was gone. Stolen from her by those damn Death Eaters, determined to make a last kill before going to Azkaban.
As she looked at the sun setting over the rooftops, her memories of him came to her. Hid blue eyes, his warm smile, the way the simple touch of his hand could send shivers down her spine. She loved the way he used to wrap one arm around her shoulder and whisper in her ear, "I'll always love you." Hid lips would brush against her ear and his breath would be warm against her face.
But that was gone. He was gone.
The worst part for her had been the funeral. Looking at him, lying there in the casket. His face, so pale, never again to flush with anger or embarrassment. And then Harry had stood to deliver the eulogy. His words, his tone, and his face.... She would always remember. He had looked alone, sad, and when he had spoken his voice had shook with grief. "Ron was my brother in all but blood. My first, and best, friend, and one of the greatest people I have ever known, He lived for others; to love his family, his friends. He was taken from us, and he will be missed."
And they had buried him. It was so definite. So final. How could it have been true? It had to be a dream, a nightmare. Oh, God, someone wake her up! But the months had gone by, and she had sunk into a stupor, some days not even bothering to get out of bed. What was the point? No Ron and Harry had found solace in Ginny, forgetting Hermione.
And yet now, as she stood out on this roof, as she thought of him, she finally let the tears come. She had held them back, telling herself she had to be strong for Ron. But Ron wasn't here, and she couldn't do it anymore. She finally cried away her pain. Cried over the memories they had shared and the future they might have had together. As she let go, she could almost feel his arm around her shoulder. She could almost feel his lips brush her ear, and she could almost feel his breath washing over her cheek as he whispered, "I'll always love you."
(Amy's Note: =sniffs and attempts to hide tissues= Anyway, this is my first Ron and Hermione, and I'd like to make more, hopefully with at least a few where Ron is alive. Please review, it's just a short little fiction that I wrote one night, and I'd like to know what you guys think.)