Ron Weasely and Hermione
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Romeo and Juliet.
A/N: One short fic... "When life hands you lemons- make lemonade."
Hermione Granger had lived a happy life- at least, that's what appearances would suggest.
Deep down, on the inside, she was truly miserable. No one- not even her best friend, Harry, or boyfriend, Ron, could cheer up the already desolate girl.
Finally, after years of torture, torment and lies, she finally decided enough was enough.
Taking the home-brewed poison, Hermione mixed it with a rather sour bit of lemonade- irony not lost on her; Hermione drank the last of the deathly drink.
"May he forgive me," She thought, her eyes closing for the last time- seeing an empty, dark room.
Ron, who had heard nothing of her in a good week or so, had found the room moments after this horrid exchange of life for peace, ran ti the side of his beloved and, upon discovering she would never breath the cool air again, he resolved to join her in the afterlife.
"May haps there is poison yet left upon those beautiful lips." He thought, kissing her for the last time.
"The only way to be sure I'll be rid of my earthly life is if I drink of the same cup, which was the vessel of my love's sober demise." Ron thought, filling the poison death cup to the brim and drinking its entire content.
With one last embrace, the two were joined forever in the afterlife.