Reminiscing, Fighting, and Marrying
By anotherjournalentry
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and The WB. (I only wish I owned it, and if I did, that means Ron Weasley would be all mine!)
Chapter 1: When She Cries
"I'm never gonna get married," Hermione said one night while walking into Ron's room. The two moved into a flat six years ago, soon after graduation.
Ron looked up from his desk. "Why do you say that?" Concern for his best friend's happiness flooded his face.
"Why would someone want to marry a girl like me?" She looked about on the verge of tears.
"Hermione, any guy who can't see how great you are is a prat. You are perfect and if whoever it is you want to marry can't see that-" Ron was cut off be Hermione throwing herself onto him and crying into his shoulder. "He's not worth your tears," Ron finished, almost in a whisper.
The two stayed like that for hours; each one reflecting on their failure love life, the one they love, and Harry and Ginny. Hermione, of course, couldn't be happier for her best friends - Ginny, after all, had been in love with Harry from the age of five. Ron, on the other hand, had to get used to that idea. He was the one Ginny had chosen to walk her down the aisle; since Arthur had died in the Final Battle, Ginny was forced to choose someone else, therefore she chose the brother she was closest to.
Ron was taken out of this painful reverie by Hermione, who had dried that last of her tears and stood up. "Ron? Are you alright?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Fine."
"Okay, well. I'm sorry about that. Just, Harry and Ginny got married last Sunday and I can't help thinking."
"You are good at that."
"Ron!"
"I was just kidding." Silence fell for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. "Yeah, me too."
"What?"
"I've been thinking too. What if I never find the right girl? Maybe she doesn't exist."
"Ron, don't say that. You needn't worry. You had loads of girls after you at Hogwarts. I never had a boyfriend. Well, other than…" Her voice drifted off.
"Other than Vicky?"
"Yes, Viktor has been my only boyfriend," her eyes filled with fresh tears. "And thank you, Ronald, for reminding me of this."
"'Mione, I'm sorry. Come here." He opened his arms, and she once again ran to him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know it still hurts to think about him."
Bloody hell, he thought, why do I have to be so daft? I know she hates when I bring Vicky up! Why do I do it so often? Merlin, I hate when she gets like this. I hate when she cries. It's always my fault.
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Author's Note: Hey guys! I hoped you liked this story! Can you review and tell me what you thought? Constructive criticism welcome, but remember: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Thanks so much for reading!