OK. HERE IT GOES. I own NOTHING. JK Rowling does. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting in front of this computer, now would I?

Oh, and lyrics at the beginning of this chapter belong to 'The Ghost of You' by none other than Jersey band; My Chemical Romance. Yay. XD


Hermione's not dead. She can't be. The thought repeated itself over and over again in his brain, as he lay there in the dark, trying to fall asleep. He stared at the ceiling for a while, trying not to think. Trying not to remember…

I never said I'd lie and wait forever
If I died, we'd be together
I can't always just forget her
But she could try..

It had been a while. Eight days to be exact. Eight days since he had lost her, found out that she was gone. She would not be coming back.

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home

He knew it wasn't a good idea for her to do this. He had tried to tell her, but she only brushed him off, told him that she was clever enough to go alone. She didn't need anyone to look after her. He had tried to tell her that, yes, he DID have to look out for her, because she was important, beautiful, everything to him that she thought she wasn't. He loved her, loved her so deeply, but didn't know how to tell her. So he didn't, and let her walk away.

Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever, ever...

She was to search the Malfoys' house, looking for clues as to what He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named's next move would be, (because Malfoy WOULD be the first to know, wouldn't he?) He was to go with Harry to find the remaining Horcruxes. He could tell it was a bad plan before it even started. Harry had thought so too, pleading with them to let him go alone. Being his two best mates, however, they had refused.

Now she was gone.

Get the feeling that you're never
All alone and I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She dies….

He didn't know what had happened. She had left, but never returned. They had waited eight days for her, trying their hardest to find her, but had given up. She was never coming home. Ron hadn't wanted to believe this. It couldn't have been the truth. He didn't want it to be the truth. She could have gotten lost. Maybe she was on her way home right now? Or maybe she now faced a fate worse than death. Maybe they had found her. They had found her, and were torturing her for information about Harry, about The Order. He swiped at his face with the back of his hand, finding that it came back wet. He had never been one to openly express his emotions, but this time found it hard to regain his composure.

For the second time this week, he; Ronald Bilius Weasley, was crying over the only girl he had ever loved, and she couldn't hear him.

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me…


A/n: Sorry if it's too short. It will get better, I promise you. Just keep reading. & Leave me reviews. Reviews make me happy.