I thought that i would also do a chapter with Ron's piont of view of what had happened. I hope that you like it

"RON!" It was Harry, his voice desperate and panicky. He shook me like a doll. "Ron please, open your eyes." His voice was breaking.

Muscling all the strength I had, I opened my eyes. Harry was lying over me, his eyes swelled with tears. He was badly injured but nowhere near as me.

"What happened to you?"

"I…I don't know." I paused looking at Harry's troubled face. "All I remember was being flung across the wall." I was getting weaker and weaker with every minute.

Harry grabbed my hand but only found that it was covered in sticky blood. There was a deep wound on my waist, and an artery was cut.

Harry gasped. "Ron?" Tears ran down his check.

"Harry, where's Hermione? I have to tell her something." I was weak still and was barely able to whisper. "I have to tell her, now before I...Before I d-"

"No Ron, I won't let you die," Harry said trying to convince himself. He couldn't lose Ron, his best friend.

"Harry, will you tell her. Tell Hermione that I love her." I began to slip away.

"NO!"

Harry had an idea. He got up and left me, i was laying on the floor covered in blood and half dead.

I hoped that he had gone to get Hermione. After all these years I had never told her how I felt. And now, now I was going to die without her knowing how much I loved her. How much I needed her. I prayed that he would be given the chance to tell her.

But it wasn't Hermione that Harry brought back.

It was Ginny.

She ran over to me and gave me a bone crushing hug. "Oh my god, Ron." Tears flowed freely down her checks.

I looked up at Harry. Why had he gotten Ginny instead of Hermione? He knew how I felt about her. And how much it meant to me to tell her how I felt; especially now that he was going to die.

"Why didn't you get Hermione?" My anger started to rise. "I want to see Hermione," he said as strongly as he could. But Ginny just put her hand on his and closed her eyes.

"I can't get her now." Harry said, I was confused. "Ginny needs to concentrate."

I tried to find my voice to ask what Ginny needed to concentrate on. But I couldn't speak, my eyes started to close. And I knew that I had lost my chance to see Hermione for a last time.

"Now Ginny." Harry sounded urgent and worried. I could barely understand what Harry was saying.

I was going under.

A warm feeling rushed through my body; and I suddenly felt as if I was not alone. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. I found that Ginny had both hands on my chest. Her eyes were closed and she was mumbling some words that I didn't understand. Feeling as if I was really sleepy, I closed my eyes. All sensations of what were happening around me were gone. I could only feel the presence of Ginny in my mind.

It seemed that Ginny was travelling through my body; everywhere that she went I felt a warm sensation. I was starting to feel better with each time that Ginny focused her energy on me. In wonder I was aware that Ginny was healing me; mending the muscle, tissue, and flesh with her mind.

I felt myself come back into the light.

Opening my eyes I found that my vision was crystal clear. I had the energy to get up. Looking down at my waist I saw that there was no longer the deep cut that had been there only minutes ago.

I looked at Ginny, who was getting to her feet. She looked exhausted. I must have taken a lot out of her. She collapsed, but Harry caught her. He was looking at her in wonder. Harry kissed her on the cheek, gathering the hair that was in her face. I smiled at both of them and took Ginny into a massive bear hug.

Ginny hugged me in return. I could feel her soft tears soaking my jumper. "Ginny." My voice was stronger then it had been in days. "You saved my life!" I was still trying to get his head around it all.

"It was Harry's idea." She gave Harry a warm smile, but he just shook his head. "It's true, I wouldn't have known what to do if he hadn't told me."

I turned to Harry and gave him a hug too. Now I had to see Hermione; I had to tell her how I felt once and for all.

Harry nodded as if he knew what I was saying. "Come on, mate. We'll go find her."

We started calling her name as we walked towards the big oak doors, but we couldn't see her anywhere. It was if she had just vanished.

"I saw her run over here", Harry said looking around the dark room.

I gave one final call of her name, as loud as I could. And he saw a brown bushy haired girl that was on her knees crying.

He could feel her eyes on her, probably trying to tell if it was really me or not. She ran over to me and hugged me tight. I pulled her towards me. I never wanted to let go of her. I looked at her, she was crying. Pulling her closer still, I wiped the tears that were pouring down her checks.

"Ron", she whispered. "Ron, I……I, I love you."

I stared at her. Did I just hear right? My head was spinning. Could it be? I looked at her in surprise. I knew that she would be upset but I never ever expected this.

"Since third year, when Sirius took you to the Shrieking Shack, I realised how much you meant to me, how much I needed you." She paused. "I'm telling you now because the thought of you dying, not knowing how I feel is...is unthinkable."

I gaped at her, not believing what she was saying. "Hermione, I have loved you for a long, long time, so long ago that I don't even know when." I couldn't believe that he had let this happen. That we had loved each other for so long yet done nothing about it……until now.

To my surprise it was Hermione that closed the gap between us, and I felt her soft lips on mine. I had dreamed of this for so long, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that it would even happen. I was overcome with joy. She was finally mine, after all these years.

Then we pulled apart. I felt myself go very red. And I noticed that her lips were red and swollen. I smiled at her.

"What happened to you?" The look of concern returned to her face. "I couldn't find you anywhere. I thought, I thought that you were-", I stopped her from going on.

"It was Ginny," I replied looking deeply into her eyes.

She had a look of pure confusion on her face. "What does Ginny have to do with it?" I could tell that she had no idea of what I was trying to say to her.

"Ginny healed me." I looked deep into her eyes, knowing that I had to tell her the truth. "I was very badly injured." She gave me a questioning look. "I was dying-"

She gasped.

"Harry found me. I was in a bad state so he called Ginny over. She did this weird thing and I suddenly felt better. She healed me. " My voice broke as I spoke. But she seemed to be taking it well.

"Harry, Harry told me that he had seen you fall to the floor near the oak doors. Why did he say that when he knew that it wasn't true?"

I didn't look at her. I knew that she would be crushed if she found out.

"What?" she demanded.

"Well you see, Ginny needed to have no interruptions. So she could, you know." I looked up at her. I was trying desperately to say it in a different kind of way, a way that she wouldn't get offended. It didn't work.

A tear was starting to run down her cheek. I went to wipe it away, but she pulled away. "You thought that I would be an interruption?" I could tell that she was hurt; she probably would never forgive me.

"Hermione?" It was Harry that spoke trying to explain things.

"How could you do that to me? You know how I feel about Ron." Anger started to show in her voice.

"Exactly, you would have been all over him crying, trying to say good bye." Hermione turned away from him, unable to take in what he was saying.

"Hermione that was the exact opposite to what Ginny needed to heal Ron. She needed to concentrate. She could only carry out the spells if she had the space."

I looked at Harry; we both knew that Hermione wouldn't take this well at all. She would be mad at them for years, at the least.

"We couldn't have you interfering, so I told you that he was by the oak doors. That way Ginny would have been able to do her work in peace. ", She turned back around looking heartbroken.

"I understand." Me and Harry llooked at her in surprise. We couldn't believe what we were hearing.

I pulled her towards me and she happily let me hold her in my arms. The full effect of what happened finally had its effect on us both, and the tears started to roll again.

"Shhh. Its okay Hermione. I'm here." I tried to say anything that would comfort her at the moment, anything to prove how much I loved her. She clung to me like I was some precious doll.

I tilted her head and kissed her, with so much passion, that I even surprised myself. I wanted to hold her till the end of time, to make her my wife, to grow old with her.