Still Holding Out For You

Summary: It's been ten years since the love of her life died. Ten years since she held him in her arms. And she still loves him. What will happen when the man who was dead for ten years suddenly reappears?

Chapter One

I came home and found the apartment dark. For a moment I started thinking that he wasn't home yet. Then I remembered. Ron was dead. He'd been dead for the last ten years. And I hadn't said goodbye. I hadn't told him I loved him one last time. And now I never would.

Never thought I'd be in this place

It's someone else's life I'm living

Wish I were living a life.

The hardest part is when the bough breaks

Falling down and then forgiving

You didn't kiss me goodbye

I'm choking on the words I didn't get to say

I pray I get the chance one day

I still run, I still swing open the door

I still think you'll be there like before

Doesn't everybody out there know to never come 'round

Some things a heart won't listen to

I'm still holding out for you.

The tears came, as they always did. I didn't even bother to try and stop them. I knew it was useless. They would just come back when I went into the bedroom and saw the pictures of us all over. Yet I refused to take them down. I wouldn't give up. I wouldn't forget.

I can hear you smile in the dark

I can even feel your breathing

But daylight chases the ghosts

I see you coat and I fall apart

To those hints of you I'm clinging

Now's when I need them most

I should get up, dry my eyes, and move ahead

At least that's what you would have said.

Harry had told me he'd heard me screaming Ron's name in my sleep. What he didn't know was that I was screaming Ron's name in my head, all day and all night. I missed him so much. He had been my everything. And he was never coming back.

Faithfully I trace your name while you sleep

It's the only true comfort I feel

I still run, I still swing open the door

I still think you'll be there like before

I still run, I still swing open the door

I still think you'll be there like before

Doesn't everybody out there know to never come 'round

Some things a heart won't listen to

I'm still holding out for you

Holding out

Holding out...for you.

I fell asleep, the tears, still running down my face, and dreamed of Ron, like I had every night for the last ten years.

The sound of the alarm clock woke me at six the next morning. I reached out from under the covers and slammed my hand down on it. The alarm was silent. Quickly I got out of bed, showered, and dressed in my robes for work at the Ministry. I wondered if they had any news of Lucius Malfoy, the man who had killed the love of my life. Then I snorted. News, after ten years? How stupid could I be? Still shaking my head, I went into the kitchen. I looked up at the table and froze in my tracks. After several minutes of silence I managed to say something.

"Ron?"