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He kissed me in the rain. Yes right under our tree at Hogwarts. Things were so hectic. He was afraid he was going to loose me, he said he wouldn't be able to live if anything happened and I didn't know he loved me. He told me he kissed me in the rain because I said I hated the gloominess and he wanted to make it better, because a lot more gloominess was ahead of us.
Every single night after that I never went to bed without him giving me a kiss, without us saying we loved each other before we parted. Sometimes, we didn't even part. Those were the best nights, these were the night I knew I was where I needed to be, despite all the horrible things in the world, this was the only time I felt at least a little okay.
We did it ya know, we found all the horacurxes . We destroyed them. We battled so many battles, I was always bye his side. He said if I was not going to die, that he may die, but there was no way I would. I begged him to stop saying that. I told him I would die too if he did, even if my body was here, my soul would be with him. I cried at him to stop, to stop talking like that. I yelled at him, I cursed at him. I told him I hated him. And then I stopped and we held each other for what seemed like forever. I kept repeating that I didn't hate him I loved him, I loved him more than anything, anything, anything. My sobs racked my body, and his too. My makeup running down my cheeks, his shirt tear stained, I could even fell his tears on my shoulder. That was the first time I had ever seen him cry. But it wasn't the last.
During the last moments of the final battle a spell hit me. Blood came pouring from my chest. Ron ran to my side. Screaming a spell over and over again. Everything was bleary. Between his scream of the spell. He would scream "NO, NO, NO," "This isn't happening", "Take me not her", "No I love you too much Mionie", "Mi don't," "let me" and then he leaned in and whispered "I love you more than anything Hermione, anything" I had never seen anyone cry so much I tried to tell him I loved him to, I couldn't get it out but he knew what I was trying to say and told me he knew. It didn't even hurt anymore. It didn't even hurt. And then I woke up, my chest somehow healed, lying in the same position I drifted off in. But there was no Red head waiting for me.
Harry defeated him, Voldemort I mean. Of course he did. We all knew he would, or at least we all hoped. He and Ginny are so in love, like me and Ron…were. Know one knows what happened to him, they can't find any trace of him, alive or dead. There is a scar across my chest he gave me, the scar that was placed there in order to save me, it sort of looks like a heart or maybe I'm just going insane, probably the latter. It kills me that I have no idea what happened to him, kills me that he is not here, that I'm not in his arms. I'm not me anymore; my soul is with him, wherever that may be. I saw Harry the other day, he almost look scared of me. I shouldn't be like this, I should move on, I still have my mom, Harry, Ginny and the Weasleys, well not the one Weasley I want, that why I can't live anymore.
I think I am going to go to sleep now because I'm tired and cold, although I don't think the blankets are going to help with that, I don't think the sun could warm me up. I'm going to go to bed and dare my body to produce more tears, and cry myself to sleep, maybe I'll have a happy dream tonight, I doubt it. I am going to go to sleep now, but I doubt I'll actually sleep; after all I haven't had be goodnight kiss yet.
AN- This just poured out of me at one in the morning and I am going to sleep now too. I may do a sequel, make it a two parter, but I have a full length story in the works that has been on hold for a while so I need to focus on that.