Here is the Description: It's seventh year, and Harry notices a new girl. She's odd, strange, and acts out all the time. How is it that Harry never noticed her before? Hermione doesn't like this strange girl, and Ron is head over heels in love with her best friend. Harry knew he should be worrying about the final battle, but how come he couldn't get this girl out of his head?
O.k, well, there you have it. I should probably stop blithering and get on with the story. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Ron woke up in a cold sweat, just as he had last time he woke up. This time, it was worse, much much worse. There is no way they could BOTH be dead, is there?
"Mrs. Weasely! Ron's awake!" Ron's vision was still blurry, but he could instantly recognize the voice as Hermiones. He could hear the faint sobs of his own mother at the end of, the bed? Where was he?
"Hermione, where am I?" His voice was extremely hoarse, and he could barely understand his own words.
"Your in Saint Mungos. Ron, can you see anything?" Ron shook his head in the direction that he thought Hermione was in. He could hear her whisper to Mrs. Weasely, "Hold on, I'm going to go and get the doctor."
"Mum, what happened?" Ron asked, his voice still hurt.
"Sweetheart, you got hit with four different spells at once. It was a miracle that you are alive."
"No mom, what happened to Draco and Harry and Cho?"
Mrs. Weasely gulped, and blew her nose. Ron waited patiently for her to answer. "They are all dead, as is, you-know-who."
"Ron?" The doctor had arrived in the room, carrying a clipboard, and 2 vials of substances.
"Yes?"
"I am doctor Applebee, I am here to help."
Ron didn't respond, but the doctor came over anyways, checking his eyes, which were pooling with tears now. The doctor took one of the vials and put a few drops in each eye. Ron could now see shadowy figures standing around him.
"O.K, Ron, I need you to swallow this." The doctor tipped the other vial to Ron's mouth, and Ron swallowed it in one big gulp. His vision was completely back now, and he could see all of the familiar Weasely faces, and Hermione, standing around him, in a room that was decorated completely white.
"Hermione, do you think you could talk to him about the plan? It was your idea anyways," Mr. Weasley stated, looking over at Hermione.
"Sure, just give me a few moments alone with him." Mr.Weasley nodded, and ushered the Weasely children outside, Mrs. Weasley tailing behind.
"What plan Hermione?" Ron asked. He was still trying hard to hold back his tears, but it proved difficult.
"Well, the doctors said that you are going to need extensive care, and someone to take care of you in between hospital visits, and while you were still out..."
"How long was I out for Hermione?"
"A few days, so anyways, Mr and Mrs. Weasley and I were talking, and we decided that it would be best if you stayed with me. We have already found a house close to St. Mungos, so we won't have to worry about emergencies."
"O.K, but what happened To Harry and Draco?"
"They died Ron, and so did Cho,"
"I KNOW!" He shouted, causing Hermione to flinch. His tears began flowing freely now. "How did they die?"
"Well, Harry was in the building at the corner of the graveyard, do you remember?"
"Yes, I remember."
"O.K, well, you told Draco that this wasn't just Harry's battle with Voldemort. You told him to go and help."
"Hermione that doesn't make sense! Why would I send someone I love into danger!"
"You wanted Draco to clear his thoughts from all impurities that were caused by Voldemort. I know it sounds crazy Ron, but that is exactly what came out of your mouth. You wanted him to be free, a clean conscious from everything evil he had done in the eyes of Voldemort."
"What about Cho?"
"The wizard Retreival squad declared her dead. They had to stop searching this morning."
"They never found her?"
"No, not at all. There was no hint that she had even been at the battle, but she was standing right beside me when it started."
Ron felt a sudden urge to punch something extremely hard. He settled for banging his fist against the side of his bed. Hermione sat there calmly. Ron thought that she was waiting for him.
"Hermione, could I be alone for a few minutes?"
Hermione nodded. She opened the book bag she had slung over her shoulder and pulled out Ron's journal, and a quill. She left it beside Ron on his bed, and silently left the room.
Dear Journal,
My life will might as well be over. There is nothing left. Harry is dead. Draco is dead. Cho is dead. Everyone important in my life, is dead.
Ron stopped. He was being stupid. His entire family was alive. Hermione was alive. He was at least lucky to have that, right?
That's not true. I still have Hermione, mom, dad, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Percy, and Charlie. I should be grateful that I am alive, but I am not. I don't feel complete. Harry was such a big part of my life, and Draco WAS my life.
I don't know if I can go on like this. So many people are happy that I am going to be O.K, but someone it doesn't matter when I don't have my soulmate with me anymore.
Draco has snatched my soul away, and he can never bring it back.
Ronald Weasley
Ron's family entered the room just as Ron snapped his book shut.
"Ron, it's all over! We need to rejoice!" Mr. Weasley called out. Ron frowned, wiping away his tears.
"O.K, I get it. We will celebrate later. But, you can come home now. The doctor says that you just have to drink a few more potions, then we can take you home for a few days before your next treatment."
"Dad, how come I am not dead?"
His father opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Ginny opened her mouth, and began to speak. "Ron, be glad that you are alive. Be glad that your family is alive. Be glad that Hermione is alive. You can't bring everyone else back. The only way to reach them would be to kill yourself."
"Ginny, stop it. Don't give him ideas, he is in a fragile state." Mrs. Weasley gave one of her sharpest looks over at her only daughter, and her daughter frowned.
"Why shouldn't we tell him mom! It's the truth!" Ginny's mother only responded by making a shushing noise.
"C'mon, let's get him to the front desk," Fred said. He and George helped him out from his hospital bed, and down the hall where he would drink more potions, and walk away from his past.
"Draco, you have to do it. Clear your impurities, and sins that you did under the eyes of Voldemort. Clear your conscience."
Draco dodged a spell, and hid behind a rather large tombstone with Ron. "Ron, that is Harry's battle. It is not my job to help Harry. It is not my job to kill voldemort."
"That isn't what I am asking you to do! I am asking you to clear your concscience. I want you to help Harry. That is the right thing to do."
"Ron, if I go in that building, there is no way I am coming out alive."
"Don't say that! Draco you NEED to do this, for me!"
Draco looked Ron straight in the eyes. "Are you sure that you want me to do this?"
"Yes!"
"O.K, I will do it, for you." Draco kissed Ron quickly and got up, making his way, over to the building. Little did Ron know, that that is the last time he would ever kiss Draco Malfoy.