A/N: Okay, first time writing a Hermione/Ron fic... I'll probably mess up a few times, since I'm not really a big fan of the ship, but here I go... Sorry about the short first chapter.

Disclaimer: All HP stuff belongs to JKR...and (you've probably noticed) the idea is from the movie Pearl Harbor :P

Prologue

Fireworks erupted over the Hogwarts lake, and the graduating class whooped and cheered. Everyone was in a relaxed and happy mood; they were finally out of school and off to start their new lives, whatever they may be.

Everyone but three certain students. Their names were Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter. The three of them, all so different in appearance but similar in heart, stood slightly apart from the throng of excited students. The shadows of the Forbidden Forest hid them from the view of the others.

Hermione was weeping and leaning on Harry for support. "I'll miss you two so much," she sobbed.

Ron awkwardly patted her on the shoulder while running his other hand through his shocking red hair. "Hey, don't worry about it, we'll meet up with you someday. I mean, you're a Healer, we're Aurors, we're bound to meet up sometime."

Harry nodded his agreement. "Ron's right," he said to Hermione, looking over her head to smile gratefully at Ron. "I mean, I'm pretty sure someday one of us will be brought to you on the brink of death and you'll fix us right up."

"That's not funny," Hermione scolded, looking up at her friend with tears streaming down her face. "Don't even say that! You and Ron had better be careful."

"We will be," Ron assured Hermione. He and Harry exchanged amused looks. "Anyway, are you sure this is what you wanted to do, Hermione? Be a Healer? Because you know, you'd make an excellent Auror."

"Yes, this is what I want to do. Anyway, with you two as Aurors, I doubt the world will need any more saving," Hermione answered with a weak smile. She was trying to compose herself and be prudent about the whole situation; after all, Ron was right - their occupations were bound to cross paths eventually.

"Hey, that's the spirit," Harry encouraged. "Don't dwell on it, just look forward."

Hermione sighed. "It's going to be so difficult to adjust to life without seeing you or Ron at least once a day."

Ron smirked. "I know, staying away from me is hard, but you'll manage."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione punched her friend playfully on the shoulder. "Don't let it get to your head," she teased as she wiped the tears off her cheeks.

Harry chuckled and said, "I'll leave you guys alone. I have to go talk to Dumbledore. I'll be back in a bit." He hugged Hermione and nodded at Ron, then walked off, leaving his two friends standing alone.

"So...erm...I expect we'll have time to say our good-byes tomorrow at King's Cross," Ron said in an attempt to break the silence.

"I suppose," Hermione said dully.

"Listen, Hermione, I meant what I said earlier," Ron said seriously. "I promise Harry and I will see you again."

"You're probably right," Hermione said. She smiled inwardly; for the first time, it was Ron comforting her, rather than the other way around. She bit her lip, then said softly, "Thanks, Ron."

He smiled at her sincerely. "You're welcome."

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"I guess this is it," Harry said solemnly.

He was standing under the giant clock at King's Cross, leaning on his trolley and looking at his two friends.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, then nodded. This time, no words were exchanged. The three friends simply stood there, each absorbing every detail of their last moment together.

Suddenly, Hermione burst into tears and threw her arms around Harry and Ron. "I'll miss you both so much," she sobbed.

"Oh Hermione, don't cry again," Ron said in a rather exasperated tone. Nonetheless, he hugged her back.

She withdrew and looked at each of them with tear-filled eyes. "I--" she started to say, but was interrupted by the toll of the 7 o'clock bell.

"Merlin, we have to get going," Harry exclaimed. "Our train leaves at 7:05." He straightened up, then turned his eyes toward Hermione. "Bye, Hermione," he said quietly.

Ron did the same, although his gaze lingered on Hermione a little longer than Harry's had. "Bye," he mumbled.

The two friends then turned around and hurried away to catch the train that would take them away from everything and everyone they had even know, specifically the one person who had affected their lives as much as they had affected hers. Neither of them looked back.

Hermione stood rooted to the ground, watching Harry and Ron jog away. She felt her tears stem as they faded into the distance. There's no sense in crying, she reasoned. We will meet again. With this reassuring thought fixed in mind, Hermione grabbed her suitcase and began walking away in the direction opposite of the one her friends had left in.

After that day, she never heard from them once, nor them from her. Both sides became very successful in what they did, therefore leaving them little time to write. However, fate has an uncanny way of bringing together the people who were meant to stay together. Years later, Hermione found this out for herself.