A/N: Sorry it's been a while uploading, I wrote the end of the last one ambiguous so i could decide where i wanted the story to go. Trouble with that is i don't know if the way i picked is right or not. Anyway let me know what you think!

Ron fell forward into Hermionie's arms, his weight dragging her down to the floor. She turned him over to face her, her hand rested on his chest where the crimson was spreading. In her mind though there was a faint hope. It couldn't be his, he wouldn't be here. He couldn't have been hurt here. She cradled his head in her arms making shushing noises and trying to hold back tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. As he looked at her Ron smiled

"Hermionie" he began, his breath coming short "I…I love…." his eyes unfocused and stared at a point past Hermionies head.

Hermionie never remembered what happened next. She vaguely knew she had gotten up and gone to the kitchen. Then there had been a loud noise and people rushing to her. Two had red hair the other black. Hands had sat her down later on a bench and a goblet placed in her hand. Crying, someone had been crying. Then she was in bed, laid staring at the ceiling. Darkness then light, darkness again.

In the light again someone with black hair came in, he shook her shoulder and she willed her brain to work, to remember. After what seemed an eternity she came with a name. Harry. She saw his eyes were rimmed with red, a forced smile on his face. A smile the first she'd seen since…and never again. No smile with red hair. No more jokes. Nothing ever ever again. She finally broke down in Harry's arms, sobs shaking her whole body until it hurt. It hurt so much.

When they had stopped and her brain was working again she noticed Ginny had joined them and also had tears streaming down her face. She was laid on the bed next to Hermionie hugging her legs. Harry had his arm around Hermionie, holding her tight as if he would never let go. Inexplicably Hermionie began to laugh nervously. At this Ginny looked insulted and stared at Hermionie as if she had gone mad. She thought she may have as the image that had come into her head was that of Ron walking in and calling them all sissy's for being so stupid. Of course this was ridiculous. Both because he wouldn't say that in the circumstance and it couldn't happen. However upon explaining this to the other two they too began to giggle. Their bodies crying out for some release other than exhausting tears.

She found the strength later that day, after having something to eat and drink, to ask what had happened two days ago.

"we still don't know" said Harry, "Ron…Ron was killed by something, that much is obvious" his voice was monotone, devoid of emotion it was easier to talk about "but not a spell, it seems he was killed by muggle means"

"what we do know" interjected Ginny "is that he cast an apparation spell after he was hit, he came here instead of St Mungos"

"Why? Why would he do that?" asked Hermionie.

"his injuries couldn't be healed. It's amazing he even managed to cast the spell and get here"

"he…came here to.."

"to say goodbye, to you Hermionie. Remember that. He loved you above all else, even his own life."