Wow, this is it guys. The last chapter of the story.

I have absolutely love writing this story and I have loved all the reviews you guys have given me because they show a writer what is good and what is bad and that's the greatest because a writer needs to know that people care about their work. You wouldn't be reviewing if you didn't.

I dedicate this to all of my friends because I think I have bored them senseless with all my pointless banter.

Enjoy and review on the end of the story.

Thank you. (by the way I made Elle up)

Seven years later...

"Where did the time go?"

Ron always thought of that saying everytime someone said it. We all know where the time went because we used it up, but never had he really understood what it truly meant to people.

He was in the graveyard, in front of Hermione's grave stone. He had been visiting Hermione whenever he had the chance too, but with everything that has happened in the last seven years, the visits have been less frequent.

"I'm sorry about not visiting, Hermione," said Ron. "It's been a bit hectic over the last two weeks. Harry's been frantic with Teddy coming back from his second year at Hogwart's and with Mum and Dad's anniversary coming up as well, we haven't had much time."

The sad thing with visiting Hermione was that Ron always expected to hear her voice answer back to him, but it was always his voice he heard the entire time.

"Have you heard about George and Angelina? They married! Can you believe that? They couldn't stand to be in the same room as each other and now they're married," Ron laughed.

Silence.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Minerva has met someone very special. Mr Flitwick!" Ron announced. "They're living together now in Italy and they are very happy. Fleur's glad for her."

Silence.

"She's expecting again you know, Fleur," Ron said after a long pause. " Bill and Fleur had a scan last week and told us that they are expecting a girl. They picked a name for her already, do you want to see the scan?"

Ron hands rummages through his coat pockets but couldn't find it there. He looked in his back trouser pockets and he found the picture but it seemed to have caught on something and Ron tried to tug it out. After several attempt's Ron gave up and dropped to his knees with tears escaping his eyes.

"You remember me telling you about Lavender, right?"

Silence.

"Well, um, me and her have finally tied the knot," why did he sound ashamed by saying that? "Hugo and Rosie were starting to ask why me and Mummy aren't married so we thought it would be a good idea to finally please them. But... it's not what I wanted."

Silence.

"I miss you, Hermione," sobbed Ron. "I miss everything about you. I miss your annoyingly accurate mind, I miss your voice, your face, your laugh... our future. We had so much to do together, but it didn't happen. I would give anything to just see you again, my heart."

Ron shifted over to Hermione's grave stone, that laid next to Fred, Lupin and Tonks, and wrapped his arms around in and rested his cheek against the cold, hard stone.

"My love," he whispered, closing his eyes.

If someone believe's in angels, spirits or another power that can hear our deepest desires, then there are three signs that could prove this to be true. One, the wind change's, the cold breeze, that laid still, will now blow gently around the grave yard, causing the leaves to move and turn but you could never feel cold. Two, the sadness of the place you are in changes to something else, something new that has never been experienced before, but it's close to the reawakening of hope. Three, the one person that was lost forever will feel near to you again.

"Hermione?" Ron said, desperately. He turned his head all around the grave yard but he couldn't see anything or anyone.

But I can feel her...

"You need to let go of that stone, Ron," said a familiar voice. "People will think you've gone crazy."

Ron's head snapped up and in front of him was the missing piece of his soul.

It's her. Hermione.

"Hermione," Ron whispered, letting go of the grave stone and quickly getting on to his feet. "Your alive."

"No, Ron, I'm not." smiled Hermione, sadly. "But you didn't think I would leave you on your own, did you?"

Ron couldn't answer that question. He stared at Hermione, remembering every detail of the woman he loves in front of him again. She was wearing a long, white gown that fitted her figure beautifully and her hair was the same curly mess as it always was, but Ron had never seen Hermione look more radiant then she did right now.

Ron lifted his hand up and cautiously layed it on Hermione's cheek. Her skin was warm and it somehow proved to Ron that she was actually standing in front of him, talking to him, smiling at him.

"I'm going mad," said Ron. "But I don't care."

"Oh, Ron."

Ron, with a sudden burst of impulse, grabbed Hermione in his arms and held her as tightly as he could, like he would never let her go again. Hermione returned Ron's suffocating hug but, to be honest, she's dead already so it won't kill her. They held each other for a while until Ron released her and kissed her gently on her lips.

"I love you," said Hermione.

"I love you, too," Ron said, on the verge of tears.

"You chose the right name for her, you know, Daisy."

"I thought it was good."

"How is she?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Ron admitted, shamefully. "Since Draco took her away I couldn't bear seeing her again and going through that pain again. Plus Draco hasn't really spoken to us since then, either."

"Of course he wouldn't. He's a Malfoy remember."

"So is Daisy," mentioned Ron.

"I'm scared that she will end up like them," Hermione admitted.

"She's also a Granger, as well," Ron smiled.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that she will do anything that is right."

"I hope so."

"Will I ever see you again after this?" asked Ron, during a long silence.

"I don't know. I want to stay with you here but I have to go back."

"Isn't there anything?" asked a panicked Ron.

"No, but remember that you have a wife and two beautiful children, Ron. They will be needing you more than me."

"But I need you."

"I need you, too, but I'm not here anymore so maybe it's time to let yourself enjoy life again."

"How do I live without you?"

"Knowing that I will be waiting for you, no matter how long it will be."

Relief flooded Ron's face.

"It's strange, I remember seeing Lavender at the Leaky Cauldron a few years ago and she was pregnant. But when I saw her the next time, I asked her how her child was and she didn't know what chld I was talking about. Weird."

Hermione smiled. Her lips met Ron's again, their kiss lasting as long as they could let it and when they didn't kiss they just stayed in each other's arms with closed eyes, comforting each other in their warmth. After who knows how long, Hermione broke the silence saying:

"By the way, what are Fleur and Bill naming their new daughter?"

Ron kept his eyes closed and a little giggle escaped him. He bent his head down to Hermione's ear and whispered:

"Hermione."

Meanwhile...

From across the grave yard, at the entrance, five girls by the name of Marcy, Kim, Jasmine, Arathy and Linny were all standing together, gawking at Ron.

"Why is he hugging thin air?" asked Jasmine.

"Not sure," said Linny.

"Weirdo," said Arathy.

All the girls started to walk down the road, away from the grave yard, with their arms interlinked with each other's. They continued their chat.

"So, I hear that Elle is having a baby, Marcy," said Kim.

"Yeah she is," Marcy replied.

"Bet you it's a girl," Kim said, confidently.

"Here she goes again," said Jasmine.

"You think every baby is going to be a girl, Kim," said Arathy.

"Yeah but do you know why?"

"Why," all the girl's asked.

"Because I have a fifty percent chance of being right," Kim said.

Oh dear.

But before the girl's had a chance to say anything, a horrible chopping sound was slowly becoming audible to them behind them. Linny turned around and saw that a Monster Book of Monsters was right behind them with Hagrid chasing after it.

Linny screamed.

"Wow, Linny you can scream," said Arathy covering her ear.

"Run!" shouted Jasmine.

All the girl's quickly legged it, screaming at the top of their lungs.

"We are not getting you another copy of that book after this, Hagrid!" scramed Marcy.

The End (till I think of something else)

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