AN: I suddenly got inspired to write this. Don't ask why after such a long absence, but I think re-reading all the books might have had something to do with it. I started this before the 6th book, so it definitely doesn't include anything in there.

October 31, 2008. My turn. Only Harry really understands why I chose today of all days. The day I first cast the flying charm correctly. All thanks to Hermione Granger. It was her fault I had to use it in the first place, but as Harry still reminds me to this day, Hermione would not have been in the bathroom if it weren't for me.

That day will forever be burned into my memory because that is the day that Hermione, Harry, and I first became friends. Hermione always believed in me, even when it seemed like she was patronizing me. She knew just how to make me rise to a challenge, and that way was to piss me off. She was such a show-off, but never more so than in that first year. Looking back, I know it was her nerves. I didn't know that then, though. I just thought she was a snobby know-it-all. I was really mad that she had shown me up in front of Flitwick, and of course I had to mock her in front of my friends. Bloody hell, I was 11 years old; what do you expect?

I can't say I wouldn't have said it if I had known she was behind me because, at the time, I was really angry at her. When we found out about the troll and Harry told me we had to warn Hermione, I didn't really want to. Trolls were just about the scariest things I could imagine at the time. But, it was my fault she was in the bathroom crying, so I went with Harry to get her.

I never would have imagined the great Hermione Granger, brightest student in our year, would be cowering under the sinks once the troll busted in. But she was, and we couldn't coax her out. Harry, being the brave yet stupid prat he still is today, jumped on the trolls back to get its attention from Hermione, but she still didn't run. Harry lost his wand to the troll's nose, so I had to take my chance. One spell, Wingardium Leviosa, was the only one I vaguely knew how to do. I look at Hermione, and she mimicked the wand movement. I copied her, and for the first time, I said the spell correctly. I knocked the troll out with his own club.

To top things off, Hermione covered for me and Harry going after her. She said SHE wanted to take on the troll, and we were trying to stop her. Hermione, the teacher's pet, lied. I couldn't believe that. And that was the day that Harry, Hermione, and I became the inseparable three.

Hermione and I had an interesting relationship, constantly fighting and egging each other on. I know for a fact we pissed off Harry more than once because of the constant bickering. Aside from the incident with Crookshank and Scabbers, we were never REALLY angry at each other. Our temperaments are so different that of course we were going to clash.

There were sometimes, though, that showed we were a lot more similar than we thought. I remember the day she punched Malfoy in our 3rd year when he was going on about his dad getting Hagrid fired. I never thought she would do that, seeing as she was always warning Harry and me to restrain ourselves when it came to Malfoy. I was so proud of her for that punch – a solid right hook. And then there was the day she told off Professor Trelawney and quit Divinations. Come to think of it, our Third Year was a good one for our relationship. We had some of our highest highs and lowest lows, but we were still friends at the end.

Hermione came up with idea for the DA; something, I believe, saved us all. It was such a brilliant idea, even though Harry didn't like it at first. Harry never liked being the center of attention, but he couldn't avoid it. Hermione found a way to put it to good use, and for once, she conceded that someone else was better than her at something – Defense Against the Dark Arts. It might seem minor, but it was quite a big deal for Hermione to admit that. But, she always wanted to help others to the best of her ability. She would do what she could, but she always kept a level head. Harry and I…well, Harry and I were never much good at thinking about consequences and looking at other options. We were gut reactors, and she used her head.

Anyway, Hermione's idea helped so many students live and save the lives of others. I don't think she realized how valuable her idea was. To her, it was just a chance to teach people what they wanted to know and what, she felt, they needed to know.

Seventh Year was probably the worst year of our lives. I can't even name everyone I lost that year. My father, Percy, Dean, Lupin, and Mad Eye Moody are just a few. And that lot was before Voldemort's siege. No students but Harry, Hermione, and me really knew what to expect, and even we were a little unsure. Dumbledore was out of commission, and McGonagall was working her arse off to keep the students focused on something other than the imminent attack. Hermione helped with that, but Hermione was the biggest help to Harry and me. Both of us were in shock from losing so many people close to us. Lupin was the closest thing Harry had left to his parents, and I had already lost my father and my brother. We were wavering, and we were getting anxious for a fight. At that point, neither one of us cared if we died as long as we took down Voldemort and as many Death Eaters as we could manage. We were reacting with our guts – again.

It took Hermione sitting us down and forcing us to listen to her that really broke that mindset.

"We HAVE to talk," Hermione said, dragging both me and Harry into an abandoned classroom. "I know your both upset, and you have a right to be. We've seen too many people we know and care about die at the hands of Voldemort, but your attitude has got to change. Your willingness to die is going to get you killed before you can kill him!"

"What are you talking about, Hermione?" I said, getting off the table I'd been sitting on. "The only way to fight someone who kills is to be unafraid to die. That's what we are – unafraid to die."

"Liar! There's a difference between being unafraid to die and being willing to die. Being unafraid means you're accepting the chance that death might happen, and you're willing to take that chance. I am unafraid to die. You guys are acting like sacrificial lambs, and that's not the way to beat Voldemort!"

"Don't go calling us liars. You don't know what's going on in my head!"

"Look, I don't need to be here. I'm fine," Harry said, finally entering the conversation.

"You can leave, Harry James Potter, but don't believe for one second we're finished here," Hermione said as Harry walked out of the room. She turned to me with that patented Granger glare. "Back to you, Ronald Weasley. You don't think I know?"

"You haven't lost your brother and your father at the hands of this…bastard!" I said, getting right in her face.

"You're 100 right. I haven't," she said, taking a step back and sitting on a table. "But I have lost friends and people I consider family, like your father, to him. Your anger is clouding your judgment, and you'll need that judgment to win. Voldemort thrives on anger and hate. Remember what Dumbledore always told Harry – love is the key. Love! Not anger or hate! Anger and hate are Voldemort's tools, and we can't beat him with those. We can only beat him if we believe in love. The love we have for our friends and family that are still alive, the love that has us wanting to protect them. The love we have for our friends and family that are dead, the love that has us wanting to avenge and remember them. The love we have for the people we haven't met yet; your future wife's out there somewhere, Ron. Don't you want to meet her?" Hermione laughs, causing me to laugh also and sit down next to her. She sobers up and takes my hand before continuing, "And the love we have for each other – the inseparable three. We love each other, and we trust each other more than anyone else left. And that's our key. You have to remember the love because that's the only way we'll have a chance!" And then she gave me a hug as I started to cry. I let out all my anger, frustration, and hurt out that night. My willingness to die became a fearlessness of dying that night. Now, I can't say that when I saw Voldemort and the Death Eaters, I didn't feel any anger. But because of Hermione, my mind was clear enough to focus on the fight. And we made it out okay – well, mostly.

So I'm back here today at Hermione's grave to fill her in on what's happened in the last year since I saw her.

"Hey 'Mione," I say, placing the bouquet of Daisies and Angelica herb on the ground. "It's weird to see the grass growing completely over your grave because it really seems like just yesterday we were burying you here. It's been a long year. Ginny got engaged to that bloke – Michael. I've told you about him, and I'm sure Ginny has, too. She'll probably tell you all the details when she comes to visit you. I'm still trying to find the right girl. Harry says I'll have to settle because I'm too much to handle, but you told me I'd find somebody. I believe you. She's out there somewhere. How about you use some of your powers up there and send her my way? I'm not getting any younger." I laugh, knowing that Hermione is probably laughing at me and not with me right now, wherever she is.

"Anyway, I wish you could see Neville and Lavender's daughter. I can see her being a lot like you. That's one weird couple. Almost as weird as if you and I had got together, but that never would have happened. You were always like a sister to me, no matter what happened. I think we fought so fiercely because we loved each other just as much. Only the people that love you can hurt you, and we managed to hurt each other a few times.

I miss you a lot, especially today. I miss our friendship, and I miss the fact you were the girl I could go to about almost anything. I know you're taking care of yourself, and I know you're looking down on us all the time. We wouldn't be here without you. But, most importantly, I wouldn't be here without you. I probably would have died along side you; Harry probably would have, too. So, thank you."

"I love you, sis," I say with a smile, kissing my fingers and placing them on her headstone. "I'll see you next year."

I stand up, feeling much better after talking to Hermione. I always do because I know that she's still listening wherever she is.

AN 2: Angelica symbolizes inspiration, and daffodils symbolize respect. I think those 2 flowers really embody Ron's feelings towards Hermione.