Hermione's Memory
The Weasleys and Harry Potter had just finished their dinner and were talking and celebrating many things. Harry and Ron's graduation, they would celebrate with Hermione too but she was at her parents. They were also celebrating Harry and Ginny becoming a couple, again, and the defeat of Lord Voldemort.
While they were all listening to Harry's detailed battle against Voldemort, there was a slight knock at the door, just barely loud enough to be heard. "I'll get it!" Ron said brightly. He walked to the door and found no one on the other side. "Hello?" Then he heard a whimper from the ground. There, with cuts on her arms and legs and slash marks shaped as an 'x' on her torso and face, newly patched, was Hermione. "Hermione? What the bloody hell?" He froze at the sight of her thrashed body, then quickly picked her up and carried her to the living room. "Mum, its Hermione, please come look at her!" Ron exclaimed. He seemed to be on the verge of tears. Everyone raced to see her as Ron set her down on the dining room table.
"These marks are from a jinx that Snape made up. I used it on Malfoy once. Either Snape or Malfoy used it, either way, it was Death Eaters." Harry said with his arms wrapped around Ginny who had tears, streaming down her face.
Mrs. Weasley performed numerous spells until Hermione's breathing slowed down, "We'll let her rest for now. And I think it would be good for everyone to get some rest, eh?" She pushed almost everyone out. Harry and Ginny were the last to leave, with the exception of Ron.
"Mum, I'm gonna stay with Hermione tonight, okay?" He never took his eyes off of Hermione.
"All right dear, but let's at least move her to the guest room down the hall." She levitated Hermione and gently set her down on the bed then conjured up a chair for Ron.
"Thanks, mum. Good night." Then he kissed his mother on the cheek.
"Good night, Ron." She paused, "She'll be fine, don't worry. And try to get some sleep, too." She returned his kiss, and then walked out of the room, shutting the door, leaving the conscious Ron with the unconscious Hermione.
He sat down on the side of the bed, staring at the scars that she'll have forever. Then his eyes traveled down her arms, the upper half wrapped, down to her stomach, for all that was covering her chest were bandages. On her stomach, a slash across it, which Mrs. Weasley healed in a heartbeat. His eyes moved down to her legs. Cuts, slashes, bruises, a large bandage on her right thigh and her left knee was tightly wrapped.
Tears began to appear in Ron's eyes, "How did this happen, Hermione?" He whispered. Hermione merely mumbled and fell asleep again. Ron sighed; he would just have to wait until the morning for any answers. He slowly bent down and kissed her forehead, "I love you, Hermione."
He wasn't sure, but he could've swore he saw a slight smile on her face for a split second, but decided his eyes were playing tricks on him. Ron sank down in the chair and held her hand, rubbing it with his thumb. Soon he was asleep.
Hermione's eyes opened slightly and she whispered, "I love you too, Ron." She smiled then let sleep consume her.