KABOOM!
Raw, red and green light flashed against the darkened sky. The smell of blood was in the air. Hermione watched from Guard Tower #14 as the battled raged on and on. Ron was in the next unit heading out towards the fighting. Harry was already there. Was he alive, or dead?
KABOOM!
"Everyone! They've attacked the tower!" A wizard ran into the room, waving his wand. A flash of green light stopped him in his tracks. Seamus.
"Get down!" Hermione shouted, shoving a stunned boy to his feet.
KABOOM!
Hermione screamed as the floor gave way, and the tower came crashing down.
Hermione gasped for air. She looked next to her and saw the boy's crushed and bloody body. She fainted.
"Hermione..." A ragged voice called to her. "Hermione..." Ron!
She crawled forward, and saw what was left of Ron. His face was a mass of blood, and his leg...Hermione shuddered.
"Ron..." she said softly, holding his head in her lap, as he slowly bled. "Hang on, help will come...we'll hold the Voldemort."
He shuddered at the name and coughed. "Listen...Hermione...I know we've fought and all..."
Memories flashed against Hermione's eyes. The time when she had had her first boyfriend.
"Here Hermione. It's a picture...of us..." Jake gave her a small smile.
"He has such long lashes..." Hermione thought. "Don't be stupid." She scolded herself.
She looked at the picture. There she was, sixteen. Happy and smiling. There he was, a bit gangly. And Ron and Harry in the background. Harry smiling. Ron scowling.
Jake handed her a single red rose. She smiled at him. He kissed her. She remembered out of the corner of her eye, seeing Ron. Scowling.
Jake has left, off to the Ravenclaw common room, and Hermione had dreamily headed of to Gryffindor tower. She left the gifts on the table for a moment, and went upstairs to get a book. She got back just in time to see the picture and the rose, crinkle in the flame. She was shocked. The only person near by was Ron, who just happened to be reading an upside down book. They hadn't spoken for a week.
"I know we've gotten into some really horrible fights," He paused for breath.
"So...how's Vicky?" Ron had asked with a smirk. She chucked a book at his face, and stormed off. He still had a small scar.
"But you have always been there for me when I need you, like now." He gave her a small smile, showing a few missing teeth. "The thing is Hermione...I love you."
"I love you too Ron." She had known it all along, deep, deep down. But she had never really realized it until he said it, and she said it in return.
"I just wanted you to know that..." he murmured. He shut his eyes tightly. She kissed him. She tasted his blood on her lips. She held them there for a minute. When she looked into his face again, he was dead. His eyes had open at the last second of his life, staring at her with love. His face was pale, and blood trickled out of his mouth. But he was still handsome. And there was a small scar on his eyebrow, from the book Hermione had thrown at him, four years ago.
They had to pull her away from his dead body. She wouldn't let go.