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Goodbye Goyle

3 Months Later…

"Harry!" Hermione yelled.

Harry didn't respond, he couldn't hear her.

There was a wand pointed in Harry's direction; a Death Eater's wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione shouted.

The hooded figure was knocked down to the ground.

"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly. She was standing in front of him,

trying to block him from sight. He had been hurt and wasn't able to defend himself at the

moment.

"I'm okay," he said.

Hermione turned back to Harry and saw the Death Eater get up. He pulled off his hood

and aimed his wand at Harry once again.

It was Goyle Sr.

"No," Hermione screamed.

She ran towards Harry as fast as she could. Goyle looked up and sent a wicked grin at

Hermione.

With his wand pointed at Harry, Goyle began to mutter an incantation.

"Avada-"

"Avada Kedavra!" Hermione screamed, beating Goyle to the punch.

Goyle fell to the ground, dead.

Hermione was frozen in her spot; heart racing. She just killed someone; the same person

who was responsible for the death of her parents.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she remembered where they all were.

Harry got up and faced Hermione.

"Thank you," he said, hugging Hermione.

Hermione held on to him tightly for a moment.

"We need to get out of here," she said.

She and Harry walked back over to Ron.

"How about I fix you up, Ron?" Hermione said.

"Sounds good to me," he replied.

"How many times has she saved our butts today?" Harry joked to Ron.

"A lot," he grinned.

"How about we add another," Hermione whispered, grabbing both Harry and Ron's arms.

"There they are!" a voice bellowed.

"We're out of here," Hermione said, apparating all three of them back to the cave where

they were hiding out.

"How many damn Death Eaters does Voldemort have?" Harry cursed.

"Many apparently," Ron said.

"Give me your leg Ron," Hermione said.

Ron did as he was told.

Hermione pulled out her wand and spent a moment or two muttering an incantation over

Ron's leg.

When she was done, she asked Ron, "Does it feel better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"No problem."

The trio remained quiet for a few minutes after that.

Hermione got up, and walked over to her bag.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

She held up a coin, the same coin she used in fifth year with the DA.

"There's going to be an all-out war, and it's going to happen soon. You both heard what

those Death Eaters said. I want to warn everyone, and I want to let anyone who's brave

enough to fight know that help is needed," Hermione said.

"Those are the same coins we used in the DA, aren't they?" Ron asked.

"They are. So unless, people threw their coins out, they'll know what's going on. I also

gave coins to all of your family, Ron. Hogwarts teachers, and the remnants of the Order

of the Phoenix all have coins as well.

Hermione pointed her wand at the coin and said a few words. "Well, that's done."

"How about you relax for a minute, Hermione," Harry suggested.

"We just destroyed the last of the Horcruxes, and you were almost killed. We're on the

brink of war, and I just killed one of the men who was responsible for my parents' death.

It was Goyle back there, you know?" Hermione said, voice shaking.

"I didn't know it was him. I'm sorry," Harry said.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked.

"I haven't been okay for quite awhile," Hermione answered honestly.

"Hermione, how about you get some sleep?" Harry suggested.

"But-"

"Listen 'Mione, if not for yourself, do it for me and Harry."

"Ron's right, Hermione. Do it for us. You're the brains behind our operation,

remember?" Harry said.

Hermione gave him a small smile.

"I am tired," she admitted.

"Here," Ron said, handing her a blanket and pillow.

"Well what about you two? I'm not going to sleep if I'm the only one," Hermione told

them.

"I'm staying up to keep watch tonight. Ron will sleep," Harry said.

"No arguments here," Ron yawned, taking a blanket and pillow for himself.

He put his stuff down close to Hermione. The trio had been sleeping side by side since

they left the Burrow. It was safer that way.

Harry made his way towards the entrance of the cave.

"Don't go any further than that," Hermione told him.

"Yes ma'am," Harry laughed. "Now go to sleep. Please."

"I am," Hermione said, getting under the blanket.

"Alright then, goodnight guys," Harry said.

"Goodnight," they answered.

Hermione closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly. Unfortunately for her, she woke up

crying not too long after that. "I miss you so much. I want you two back," she whispered.

"Mione?"

"I thought you were sleeping. Sorry if I woke you up," Hermione said through her tears.

"Don't worry about me," he said. "What's wrong? What's making you cry?"

"I'm not crying. I've just got something in my eye," she said, sitting up and turning away.

Ron put his hand on her shoulder. "Come on 'Mione. Look at me."

She turned back around slowly to face Ron.

"Were you dreaming of your parents?" he asked gently.

She nodded her head.

"Come here," he said, offering a hug.

She accepted the hug. "I see them whenever I close my eyes, Ron. There's not a day that

goes by without me missing them… I thought that after Crabbe and Goyle were dead,

some of this pain would go away. Goyle's gone, but the pain is still here."

Ron was still holding Hermione, and it felt really nice. Ever since they started searching

for the Horcruxes, it was almost as if nothing had happened between Ron and Hermione.

It was understandable though, Hermione was missing her parents. Ron just wished she

would let comfort her.

"I'm sorry for putting all of this on you," Hermione said, pulling away and wiping her

eyes.

Ron caught her hand. "That's what I'm here for," he said. "Lie down with me."

"What?" she asked nervously.

"Just lie here with me. Maybe you'll actually be able to sleep."

Hermione looked at him.

"It's only me, 'Mione."

"Okay," she said.

Ron lay down and so did Hermione. She put her head on his chest, and then he pulled her

closer to him.

Hermione took a deep breath. She had never been this close to any male before. But this

was Ron, and it felt nice being close to him.

Hermione remembered back to 3 months earlier; the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding;

the night she and Ron finally admitted their feelings for each other. She smiled at the

memory, but then felt a bit sad.

All she was focused on lately was trying to get through the death of her parents, and

keeping everyone safe while destroying the horcruxes. They needed to get that done; they

needed to fight and win a war.

She and Ron never really got a chance to be "she and Ron" yet. It was partly her fault,

and she regretted it. Ron was there for her, and she couldn't be there the way she knew he

wanted her to be.

"I didn't forget about you and me," she said, looking up at him.

"Good," he smiled.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You're still grieving, not to mention we're waiting on

a war… Sometimes I don't even believe we made it this far."

"You mean making it to a point where we actually talk about you and me?' she laughed.

"Yeah," he grinned.

"Well we did, and I'm glad… Ron, you and me, we're going to do this properly."

"And kick some evil ass at the same time?" he grinned.

"Exactly," Hermione said.

"Before we do any ass kicking, you really need to sleep. Please don't argue with me," he

said.

"Goodnight then," Hermione said, closing her eyes.

"Sweet dreams," he replied.