Summary: Someone from Hermione's past returns. R/Hr.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, fun right?
A/N: I don't know how many chapters there are going to be. Could go up to 10, I'm not quite sure. We'll see.
Chapter 2: The Whole Story
"Ron!"Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and pulled him into a hug.
"You're okay. Is Harry okay? Where's Harry?" She asked frantically, making Ron smile.
"He's fine." Ron pulled away from Hermione to look her over. "You look good Mione."
Hermione couldn't fight the pink tint that crept into her cheeks. "So do you." She replied. Suddenly, she felt something cold hit the side of her face.
"Hermione!! Come on!" Ginny's voice called, her head peeking around a tree.
Hermione glared over at her. "I'm talking to Ron!" She retorted.
"Oh. Okay." Ginny's head disappeared only to reappear again. "Ron?!" In a flash, Ginny had run over to Hermione and Ron and had her arms wrapped tightly around her
brother.
"Oh Ron! You're back!!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Yes, I'm back...Ginny, you're crushing my ribs." Ron choked out.
Ginny let Ron go, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm gonna go tell mum and dad." She ran back inside, yelling about Ron's return.
Hermione felt something cold and wet hit her nose and she looked up. It had begun to snow lightly, making her smile.
"I'm glad you're home Ron." She said, looking at the redhead in front of her.
"I'm glad to be home. I've missed you all."
Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him inside. "Come, tell us what happened."
Wizards were falling left and right. Voldemort was gaining the upper hand on the battle. Harry and Ron hid in the darkness of the woods.
"Harry, what do we do?" Ron asked, panting.
"I don't know Ron. I just don't know..."
Ron graciously took the cup of tea his mother handed him as he told his story. The warmth felt good on his cold hands. He took a sip and looked at all the eyes staring at him.
"Ron, will you do me a favor?"
Harry looked over at his best friends, his green eyes filled with sorrow.
"Sure mate, anything."
"If I don't make it—" Harry held up a hand when Ron opened his mouth to protest. "If I don't make it, tell Ginny I love her."
"Alright. And if I don't make it, tell Mione I love her."
The men shook hands, sealing their promises. Then Harry was gone, back into battle, leaving Ron all alone.
Of course, Ron didn't include that part in his story. He could never tell Hermione he loved her. She was his best friend. It would be too weird.
The battle was done. The war was over. They had won. The good guys prevailed once again. But as Ron walked around all the dead bodies, he wondered how they had won. Sure, Voldemort was dead, but so were countless others.
Ron bent down next to one of the limp bodies and sighed. Neville. He had done so much for the cause. And he paid the ultimate price.
"Needless to say, Voldemort's dead but not with hundreds of witches and wizards dead. Including Dumbledore."
Everyone hung their heads in sadness. Albus Dumbledore was a good man and was loved by mostly everyone. He had done so much for Harry and the Weasleys. Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Who else is gone?" She asked.
Ron rubbed his hands over his face. "Neville, Dean, Seamus. Not to mention Parvati, Lavender and Luna."
Hermione could tell everything had taken a toll on Ron. She got up and sat down beside him, placing an arm around his shoulders. Ginny sat down on his other side and did the same.
Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes. "Oh it's so nice to have everyone home again. And for the holidays too."
Mr. Weasley put his arm around his wife's shoulders.
"You guys aren't having fun without me, are ya?"
Everyone looked up and saw a familiar raven-haired man with bright green eyes. He held his arms out at everyone's surprised stares.
"What? No hugs?"