Summary: RW x HG... Harry died in the Great War, which, in my story, took place about two months ago, at the end of 6th. Year. Ron is lost in his own wallowing. Can Hermione save him?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Take Away My Pain
Prologue
The halls of the once great school felt empty as the Head Girl walked down them with tears staining her face. She felt cold and alone as she heard whispers from every which way. Kids were out of bed and it was her duty to catch them but she just didn't care. She skipped the rest of her patrol duty and headed back to the Gryffindor Tower.
This brunette was none other than the Great Hermione Granger, the one who assisted Harry Potter in bringing down Lord Voldemort. But even though the Dark Lord was dead, she could not bring herself to smile at the thought because as he was dying, he brought down one of her best friends with him. They both died that night, Voldemort and Harry. They destroyed each other and no one really had won the war. It was odd though because after they killed each other, their bodies both disappeared never to be found again.
She let a few more tears fall as she remembered what exactly had happened. The war had been fought on school grounds and last she had seen Ron was by the lake. He had been fighting against Goyle and Crabbe both at once. She would have stopped to help him but she had seen Harry following a shadow up to the highest tower. Though she didn't stop, she did manage to stupefy Goyle before she chased after Harry. After all, he was her boyfriend.
Yes, Harry and Hermione had been going out before he died. In fact, they were in love. They were even engaged. Right before the war had started, he had proposed.
FLASHBACK
They were sitting up in the Astronomy Tower. Her back was to his chest as she leaned against him. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her as close as possible. It was dark out, late at night. The stars sparkled in the sky.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispered into her ear, kissing the top of her head.
"Mmm..." she mumbled back, practically falling asleep. But she woke up when she felt something cold sliding onto a very important finger. "Harry, what's this?" she asked confusedly.
"Like I said, I love you, Hermione," he repeated. "Please say you'll be mine for all the ages." She turned around and kissed him as passionately as she could.
END FLASHBACK
That had been the day before Voldemort attacked. The moment was forever imprinted in her memory just as the ring had become part of her. She would never take it off because it was a symbol. As long as she wore the ring, she had a part of him with her forever and always.
She refused to move on. Several men had asked for her to be theirs since Harry had died but she refused. She loved one man and one man alone and this would never change.
Ron too had been affected. He had become distant, didn't talk to anyone. He had not spoken to anyone, including his family and Hermione. She had thought that she would be able to lean on him for support but he was just as bad as she was if not worse. The pain struck him in the heart and he would never fully recover.
Ron had loved Harry like a brother. They had practically grown up together. They shared everything with each other, everything. They told each other their fears, their dreams, their aspirations in life. They never kept secrets from each other. As the best of friends, they played Quidditch daily and now that Harry was gone, Ron had quit the team. Too much interaction with people that he didn't care about let alone want to talk to.
Hermione's grades had fallen and she didn't understand why Dumbledore had even bothered making her Head Girl. She didn't deserve it anymore. All she wanted to do was crawl up in a hole and join Harry in the after life.
Ron's grades too had begun to fall but the problem with that was that he was already receiving C's and D's. Now he was just failing. Hermione had tried to offer him help but soon gave up and that's when her grades fell too.
School had just begun about a month or so ago but already the two were receiving warning notices saying that their grades needed much improvement. The worst part of it all was that they just didn't care. They had no intention of ever picking their grades back up so it didn't matter to them.
The thing about these two was that they had nothing that kept them sane. They had nothing, not even each other. No friends, nothing. Even Dumbledore couldn't save them, try as he might. He had tried for so long to get them to open up but it was no use. He was afraid that if he couldn't save them soon, with their grades as low as they were, he would be forced to flunk them out of school
Hermione went back to her bed and laid herself down. She reached under her pillow and took out the picture of her and Harry. He was holding her tight as he leaned in close to place a chaste kiss on her lips. She let the tears flow as she cried herself to sleep.
A/N... This is just the beginning of a new story. Enjoy. If you like it, I'll write more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Take Away My Pain
Prologue
The halls of the once great school felt empty as the Head Girl walked down them with tears staining her face. She felt cold and alone as she heard whispers from every which way. Kids were out of bed and it was her duty to catch them but she just didn't care. She skipped the rest of her patrol duty and headed back to the Gryffindor Tower.
This brunette was none other than the Great Hermione Granger, the one who assisted Harry Potter in bringing down Lord Voldemort. But even though the Dark Lord was dead, she could not bring herself to smile at the thought because as he was dying, he brought down one of her best friends with him. They both died that night, Voldemort and Harry. They destroyed each other and no one really had won the war. It was odd though because after they killed each other, their bodies both disappeared never to be found again.
She let a few more tears fall as she remembered what exactly had happened. The war had been fought on school grounds and last she had seen Ron was by the lake. He had been fighting against Goyle and Crabbe both at once. She would have stopped to help him but she had seen Harry following a shadow up to the highest tower. Though she didn't stop, she did manage to stupefy Goyle before she chased after Harry. After all, he was her boyfriend.
Yes, Harry and Hermione had been going out before he died. In fact, they were in love. They were even engaged. Right before the war had started, he had proposed.
FLASHBACK
They were sitting up in the Astronomy Tower. Her back was to his chest as she leaned against him. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her as close as possible. It was dark out, late at night. The stars sparkled in the sky.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispered into her ear, kissing the top of her head.
"Mmm..." she mumbled back, practically falling asleep. But she woke up when she felt something cold sliding onto a very important finger. "Harry, what's this?" she asked confusedly.
"Like I said, I love you, Hermione," he repeated. "Please say you'll be mine for all the ages." She turned around and kissed him as passionately as she could.
END FLASHBACK
That had been the day before Voldemort attacked. The moment was forever imprinted in her memory just as the ring had become part of her. She would never take it off because it was a symbol. As long as she wore the ring, she had a part of him with her forever and always.
She refused to move on. Several men had asked for her to be theirs since Harry had died but she refused. She loved one man and one man alone and this would never change.
Ron too had been affected. He had become distant, didn't talk to anyone. He had not spoken to anyone, including his family and Hermione. She had thought that she would be able to lean on him for support but he was just as bad as she was if not worse. The pain struck him in the heart and he would never fully recover.
Ron had loved Harry like a brother. They had practically grown up together. They shared everything with each other, everything. They told each other their fears, their dreams, their aspirations in life. They never kept secrets from each other. As the best of friends, they played Quidditch daily and now that Harry was gone, Ron had quit the team. Too much interaction with people that he didn't care about let alone want to talk to.
Hermione's grades had fallen and she didn't understand why Dumbledore had even bothered making her Head Girl. She didn't deserve it anymore. All she wanted to do was crawl up in a hole and join Harry in the after life.
Ron's grades too had begun to fall but the problem with that was that he was already receiving C's and D's. Now he was just failing. Hermione had tried to offer him help but soon gave up and that's when her grades fell too.
School had just begun about a month or so ago but already the two were receiving warning notices saying that their grades needed much improvement. The worst part of it all was that they just didn't care. They had no intention of ever picking their grades back up so it didn't matter to them.
The thing about these two was that they had nothing that kept them sane. They had nothing, not even each other. No friends, nothing. Even Dumbledore couldn't save them, try as he might. He had tried for so long to get them to open up but it was no use. He was afraid that if he couldn't save them soon, with their grades as low as they were, he would be forced to flunk them out of school
Hermione went back to her bed and laid herself down. She reached under her pillow and took out the picture of her and Harry. He was holding her tight as he leaned in close to place a chaste kiss on her lips. She let the tears flow as she cried herself to sleep.
A/N... This is just the beginning of a new story. Enjoy. If you like it, I'll write more.