Author Note: So this is the final chapter in this story and it's to Fix You by Coldplay. Read and enjoy. Cheers!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The song belongs to Coldplay and J.K Rowling owns the story.

She ran outside onto the cold, wet London streets heading towards Ron's house, their home. She was stronger now. She was now able to repair her broken heart, save herself and Ron. The once so familiar streets were zooming past her as Hermione continued her mad dash, her rescue attempt. They both needed to be rescued, from the mundaneness of every day life and themselves. For so long they had depended on the other, their whole lives revolving around the other person. Both were dependant purely on the love that the other had for them. As much as she didn't want to believe it, as much as her heart cursed her for thinking it, sometimes love isn't enough and the logical side of her brain, the know-it-all part she had been hiding since Hogwarts, was screaming this at her. Love hadn't been enough to make "Ron and 'Mione" last. Yet Hermione was determined to make this right, Ron and her were meant to be. She could fix them.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

The deep, dark depressing hole was sucking him in, swallowing his soul. It was his life now. There was no light, no happiness. Nothing could make him forget, forget that what he'd done, forget that Hermione was no longer their. Every time he felt like he was slowly building his way out of the hole, which now consumed his life, something pulled him back. A photograph, that tattered scarf she'd left behind or the pillow she used to sleep on would drag him back, suck him deeper, and now, he was certain, nothing would be able to bring him back. Ron had the job he wanted, he was now an Auror, but it didn't help, didn't allow the days to pass faster. He was trying his best to succeed as an Auror, gain something from his bleak existence. Yet no matter how hard he tried, how much he worked, he wasn't getting anywhere. He needed Hermione, she was his everything, and he couldn't have her, he didn't deserve her. He was constantly exhausted, running on empty, but he couldn't sleep, he was plagued by dreams of her, them in happier times. Ron felt like he was going backwards as he plonked himself onto thei…his bed.

When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

He was a man, he wasn't supposed to cry and let himself break down. But she wasn't there and he couldn't help it. Ron broke into tears, sobs racking his body. Hermione, his 'Mione, was irreplaceable and he'd lost her, given her up without a fight. He loved her with all his heart and he was willing to do anything, literally anything, to get her back, even though now that seemed near impossible. He needed her to give him a second chance. He needed her to come back and fix him, fix them. His love, his unwavering undying love, had gone to waste and Ron didn't know how he could go on with this…this meaningless existence. Then he heard the door bang open and a pair of extremely familiar chocolate orbs locked with his.


Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
If you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Hermione's heart stopped when her gaze locked with Ron's again, drowning in the ocean of his eyes. He looked so much older then he had the last time she had seen him, his face more warn and weathered and a few grey hairs starting to appear in his orange mane. At first glance his eyes were emptier, the spark was missing, yet, almost as soon as he saw her, the mischievous glint returned, Ron returned. Hermione just stared at Ron for awhile, hour's maybe, in an attempt to memorise every detail that was Ron. All conversation just left her brain, as did the speech she rehearsed in her head as she galloped towards the house, the moment she looked into his eyes again. Even though he was in a familiar environment, at home, he was lost. She could see it in his eyes, even with the spark reignited. He was broken, shattered into a million pieces, and he needed her to fix him. Ron, the forever joking, occasionally rude boy she had met at eleven, was almost gone forever and she was going to bring him back. She was too in love with him to let him go, even if he had broken her heart as well, and she was going to try, even if she failed, to save their relationship. Ron was her everything and he needed to know that, needed to know how much he was worth.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...
"I…I made a mistake. Oh, Ron a terrible mistake. I shouldn't have left…" Hermione started but she was cut of by a pair of lips colliding with her own. Ron, smiling a smile she thought she'd never see again, had captured her by the waste and sealed her lips with his own. Just feeling Ron's mouth move against her own, gently caressing her lips, was enough for Hermione to realise that she could never let him go again. This kiss, so tender and innocent, made them both more euphoric, had given them more hope, than their first kiss. To them it was a more significant moment than that first sweet peck. "Ron and 'Mione" were going to last forever. Slowly the broke apart, unsure smiles plastered on their faces.

"Don't be sorry, 'Mione. You're back," he whispered to her as he looked into her eyes, "I was a right prat. If I could I would have left myself. Bloody hell I wanted to leave myself. But you're back and you've saved me, saved us," he finished with tears streaming down his face. Hermione just buried herself in his embrace. They would work this out, they would fix each other. Ron and Hermione were meant to be and she was never leaving, never doubting that, again. He laughed as he picked her up and swung her round, her giggles ascending through the air. It would work this time, it had to.


Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you