Never Alone
A/N : This was written about 2 months ago and is almost done...but I have no idea how to end it.
I waited for you today
But you didn't show no no
Hermione sat alone at a table in a fancy Italian restaurant. 'Where is he' , she thought as she absently drummed her fingers on the dark oak table. He knew this day was important, heck he even planned it. Yet, he was still a half an hour late. This was supposed to be the date he would propose on. Ginny had even told her so. Yet still no Ron.
After another 45 minutes of waiting she finally got up and left, in utter anger. He stood her up! How dare he. "That selfish prat! He better have a good reason for this", she cursed under her breath as she got into her car and began driving back to her flat. Maybe he got held up at work, the Ministry was being awfully bombarded my reports of killings. Yes, that had to be it Hermione thought as she pulled in her drive way.
I needed you today
So where did you go?
Inside she found no note from Ron or anything. Feeling totally abandoned she turned on the T.V some cheesy movie was playing. Nothing good. Try as she might Hermione couldn't get Ron out of her mind. She knew that the date was important to him. What if something happened to him?
"No", she said to herself, "I will not allow myself to think of those things" But worry had a strange way of overcoming her so she flipped to the Wizarding News station and watched intently. Nothing too out of the ordinary was on it, robbery at Flourish and Blotts, another Death-Eater put in Azkaban, Canons won Quidditch Cup. Nothing exciting or with Ron in it.
You told me you'd call
Said be there
And though I haven't seen you
Are you still there
Hermione sat up and walked away from the T.V in utter despair. She picked up her wizard phone and dialed his number. The phone rang until she thought her sanity would be breached. Finally Ron's answering machine came on breaking the endless 'brrrrrrrring' noise.Ron's Voice: Hi! You've reached the home of Ron Weasly. Sorry I'm not home right now but if you leave your name and if I don't know you, your number. Then I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks for calling! Beep
Hermione hung up the phone not wanting to leave a message and sat back down on the couch only to have something on the screen catch her eye.
I cried out with
No reply and
I can't feel you
By my side
It was Ron blood was plastered to the cobblestones around his lifeless body. Hermione only heard parts of what the reporter was saying as her eyes were frozen on the body on the screen
"Found ....dead.....death-eater.....only one to die......Cruticious(sp?) Curse."
A loud lonely sob emitted from the depths of Hermione's soul. He couldn't be dead that didn't happen Ron. 'It was a joke a big joke' she told her self but in her heart the truth laid forcing it's way up into her mind. Tears poured down Hermione's cheeks like rain as she turned off the T.V and walked into her room numbly. She laid on the white linen sheets letting her tears soak into their textured fabric. The smelled like him, because he had laid on these with her earlier today smiling and kissing her playfully on the lips never giving her enough of him. Now they were cold and only his scent remained she could no longer feel him close to her. Closing her eyes she cried more whispering his name to the darkness.
I looked high to
What I know
You're here
And I'm never
Alone
When the sun rose early tears still flooded Hermione's eyes. Suddenly the phone rang echoing through her shaken sobs. Reaching out her hand she picked up the phone.
"Hello?", she said in a scratchy voice from the screaming in the previous night.
"Hi is Hermione Granger there?"
Hermione jolted up in her bed. The voice it was Ron so he wasn't dead. It was all a mistake a big mistake! Possibly even a dream, what a relief!
"Ron! I had a terrible dream! You died and bloody hell I was so scared. Oh Ron I love you!"
Before he could respond she saw a large snake slithering towards her and in one second it was over.
Hermione's eyes flapped open and she sat up abruptly in bed. Catching her breath she saw the phone was on it's hook and there was no snake in her room.
Slowly she ran her hands through her hair trying to fight the images of her dream. It wasn't real. Ron was really dead. She picked up the phone and dialed Harry's number.
The phone rang and rang until someone finally picked it up. "Hello", said a scratchy male voice.
"Harry...can you come over. I need someone to talk to", Hermione whispered in the phone.
"Hermione? Are you ok? Never mind, I'll be right over", Harry replied hearing the shake in Hermione's voice.
And though I can
Not see you
Hermione hung up the phone and walked into her bathroom. Right next to the sink laid Ron's watch shimmering in the electronic lights. She picked it up carefully and put it on her small hand. It slipped right off and fell onto the tiled floor with a crash. When she picked it up the glass on it was cracked and the metal a little dented. A tear dropped onto the glass part and fell into the clocks hands. Then it stopped.
Another sob wracked her body as she placed the watch back in it's place. It felt like he was here still. But just, invisible.
And I can't explain why
Such a deep reassurance
You placed in my life
Stepping in the shower she let her thoughts run wild. She remembered everything she did with Ron. The midnight strolls. The Quidditch matches that Harry played in. The times when the went to cheep restaurants and ate so much food that they swore they'd explode. Those things would never happen again. Ever.
But strangely as she stepped out of the shower and dried her hair she felt safe. He would watch her from above. She knew it. He always said that no matter where he was he always was with her in her soul. That day when he spoke those words seemed so close almost like it happened yesterday. But in reality it was years ago.
She would go she told herself. He wouldn't want her to dwell on sadness. Ron always wanted her to be happy, he told her so everyday.
The doorbell rang and echoed through the apartment.
"Just a minute", Hermione yelled as she through on a T-shirt and some pajama pants. The she ran over and opened the door. Harry stood there soaking wet. Was it raining? Hermione hadn't even noticed.
"O Gosh Harry. Come in I'll get you some dry clothes", she said ushering him in the apartment.
We cannot separate
Your part of me
