"Memories From The Past; Hermione's Story"

A/N - I remember writing this about four or five years ago, when I first began writing fan fiction. I really don't like it at all, and I don't really expect others to like it either, so I was actually just going to delete the story altogether. Something told me to leave it here on , so I'm doing so. Review if you'd like, but it isn't really important to me anymore. Instead, read some of my better work! heh, thanks for reading nonetheless!Lauren

It seems like just yesterday that Ron, Harry and I were best friends, hanging out around the castle, running into a new adventure every time we turned around. Part of me wishes we still had that.

I always loved Ron, and I guess he just never realized it. I wish we hadn't fought as much as we did at Hogwarts. I only bickered with him so because if I was nice to him, it would be too obvious that I liked him. What would people think, if they knew…me, a smart girl who does well in school with, well, Ron…I know I shouldn't have cared about what others thought, but it just happened that way…

Then, it happened. Harry was murdered by Voldemort during our sixth year at Hogwarts, and Ron wanted revenge; serious revenge. He dropped out of school, searching for Voldemort, never realizing that Voldemort was so much more powerful then he was. Eventually Ron was also murdered. He never even thought about his family and friends. He never knew I would miss him dearly.

But that was years ago. I'm married now, with two kids of my own, Elijah, who's now a third year, and Jason, who's just starting school this year. I've got a wonderful husband, even though he'll never replace Ron in my heart.

I remember the day when the news that Ron had been killed was in The Daily Prophet. I was such a mess, and not very many people knew how to deal with my pain and suffering, even Dumbledore. But one boy knew that I needed someone to talk to, someone to share my hurt and feelings with. Someone to bring back happy memories of Ron. That boy was none other than Draco Malfoy. The same boy that had called me a "mudblood" for so many years, who all Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and especially Gryffindors hated so much yet were afraid of, son of a Death Eater, but, surprisingly, he really understood what I was going through.

We became best friends, even though he was in Slytherin. He wasn't 'evil' as most people saw him as…he was quite sweet and very considerate of my feelings. We started spending all our time together, (though it was somewhat difficult, because we couldn't go to each other's common rooms), and, over time, we began to fall in love.

That year, our last year at Hogwarts, during the last feast us seventh years would ever eat, Draco proposed to me. I was very surprised, as were many others…since Draco was a Slytherin, and I, a Gryffindor. Despite what others thought, I said yes, and I don't regret it; I never will.

I'll always remember Ron, I think of him every day, and I know that I'll join he and Harry again someday. And even though Ron and I never had a chance, I'm glad that I've had Draco.

A/N - Ugh, terrible.