No Time For Epilogues
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Chapter 4- Hermione Granger
April 18th, 1998
Dear diary-
It's been 2 months since my last entry, but I'm pleased to report that Voldemort is no more. Unfortunately, so are some precious to us. Dobby, the poor thing, he died so bravely. We also lost Alastor Moody, although to be honest, it was no surprise. He lived as he died, his way. (Cue Sinatra!) Tragically, Tonks and Remus Lupin, not yet married a year, apparently died together. What makes it even more tragic was their son that was born a month before the Battle of Hogwarts. Tonk's mother is raising him. The saddest loss is that of Fred Weasley. The family is devastated, and I'm not sure if or when they'll entirely get over it.
Puzzling in all this is the death of Severus Snape. Harry has suggested that his end wasn't fitting, however, I agree with Professor McGonagall's assessment of his life and death. You choose how to live your life, no one person or fate makes the choices for you. What makes the difference is how you deal with the consequences of your choices, be they right or wrong. I'm rambling, aren't I?
On a different note, if my future children manage to read my diaries, let it be known that as of this day I am totally in love with Ron Weasley. I sound like Lavender Brown, don't I? How the mighty have fallen! I do love him! I have found that kissing him is a joy and that I plan to do it often. I'm not sure how to go about a serious relationship, (seeing as I've never been in one) but I'll take Harry's advice and 'go with my gut.'
The next afternoon, Hermione went to the Burrow. When her stomach settled from the Apparition, she knocked on the front door. Molly answered and opened the door for her.
"Hermione dear, so good to see you! I suppose you're here to see Ron?"
Hermione grinned and shyly nodded.
"He went to Diagon Alley on an errand, but you're welcome to stay here and wait."
"Thanks, I will."
"Tea?"
"Yes, sounds good."
They sat in pleasant silence and sipped the good tea when Hermione's eyes wandered to the family clock. One hand was missing. She suddenly felt overcome with sadness at the death and heartbreak that occurred the past year. The sobs came before she could stop them, startling Molly. She saw Hermione gazing at the clock and jumped up, gathering Hermione into her arms.
"Oh you poor thing, you haven't had a good cry about all of it yet, have you?" she said.
Hermione cried harder and shook her head.
"Oi, what happened? What's wrong?" Ron said as he came through the door.
"I think everything is catching up to her," Molly said.
He had never seen Hermione so over overwrought. Molly stepped aside to let Ron take on his task of a doting boyfriend: tend to his distressed girlfriend.
"Wanna talk about it?" he asked.
She sniffed and shrugged.
"Okay, we'll just sit here, whatever you want to do," he said and sat down beside her, holding her hand and rubbing her back.
Molly deftly slid a glass of water to them. He offered it to her, she took a sip and hiccuped. Minutes passed in silence.
"I'm okay," she said softly.
"Do you want to go home?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked at him, her deep brown eyes piercing his. "No, I want to stay with you," she said, laying her hand on his cheek.
"Come on, let's go out by the pond, it's a bit more private," he whispered and they left the house.
They sat on soft grass below a tree next to the pond. Taller grass swayed gently in the breeze, obscuring the view of the house.
"Nice spot," she said and leaned into him.
"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" he asked, lightly rubbing her arms.
"You're already doing it," she said.
He wasn't really sure of what he was doing to make her feel better, so he nodded and cuddled closer, still lightly rubbing her arms. She shifted and giggled.
"What?" he asked.
"That tickled, when you rubbed the inside of my elbow," she said.
"Hmmm...ticklish spot number three," he said. "I wonder how many more there are," he murmured and pulled the hair away from her neck and kissed softly below her ear. She shuddered.
"Found another one," he whispered.