In the Informatory
Ron's POV
I saw Harry drag himself into the room, weeping, and laid down on a bed. I looked away so I wouldn't have to see my replacement, my Hermione's choice. In doing so I saw Hermione's body. I bust into fresh tears. I wish that I didn't know she didn't love me. I would be able to bear it so much easier pretending she loved me. But would I? It seems that Harry is having a harder time of it than me, it that were possible. I fell back on my bed and tried to remember back in fifth year when Hermione kissed me on the cheek before I went onto the Quitich field to calm my nerves. I would have cried again but I had run out of tears. The next few days I did nothing. Ms. Pomfrey said it was because I was in a state of emotional shock. I just lay on my bed. I didn't eat or drink. I simply watched Harry, who I felt was a traitor, pace the room. Occasionally he would go walk around the castle to calm his nerves. The famous Harry Potter, whom everyone loved. He was always the popular and "special" one. And it just proves so because Hermione loved him. I would never forgive him. He had won her over. How could I let that go? Never would I talk to that bloody git again!
Harry's POV
Ron was mad at me, I could tell. He would only glare at me when he had to look at me, which he avoided to do. Maybe it was about, I can hardly think of her without crying, Hermione. I know he liked her but I can't be responsible for her feelings. I never showed her how much I cared for his sake. So she might be with him. I never thought it would be a mistake to do so.
Five days after the attack we had a funeral for all the members in the order who died. They only dead person there I had known was Hermione. I had no one to help me through it because Ron was mad at me. I simply stood there, too hurt to cry. I almost collapsed during the ceremony. I couldn't help it.
When the closing of the funeral came I was the last to leave. In fact I stayed for almost five hours. Dumbledore finally came to take me away. Ron left almost immediately. He only stayed long enough to gently place a ring box on the coffin, with a note that clearly said on the cover "Marry Me." I respected his bravery to do this, even if it was too late.
As I sat there by the coffin I thought about my choice to leave her to Ron. I had chosen wrong again. If I had asked her to marry me upon our leave of Hogwarts we would have had at least one year together. When Dumbledore came to me it was pouring. He held on to me and d out of the graveyard. We arrived just outside of the wards at Hogwarts and Dumbledore hurried me inside the castle.
He escorted me to his office and sat looking at me. Finally he spoke. "Harry, you need to get back into the rhythm of life. Live, Harry. Ron needs you to help him back onto his feet."
"Ha," I scoffed "he needs help onto his feet, first, he looked very stable today, giving the ring to Hermione and everything. And secondly, he is mad at me because Hermione loved me and not him. He can't even look at me."
"Exactly, he isn't stable enough to face you yet. You must make an effort or you may lose another friend to death."
"I already lost him, and I'll just as likely to reincarnate him as I am to reincarnate Hermione."
"Try Harry, try for Ron."
And with that the conversation was closed. I was sent to sleep in the informatory so that Madame Pomfrey could look over me and make sure I hadn't gotten sick in the cold. I soon fell asleep and I dreamt about Hermione and me, with children, I dream I had had often before her death.
