Forever and Always, Chapter Two
Written by xthedramaqueenx
Author's Note: Well, this is it. The end of the story. Yes, I know, short, but, well - it's the end. THANKS TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, darn it, NOTHING.
"Good Merlin," Hermione muttered as she dropped her books. She was trying to get on with her life, looking into jobs at the library. She found that the Auror and Healer jobs interested her more so than any others. She fell right into a redhead's arms. "Ron?"
"Excuse me ma'am."
"Ronald Weasley!"
"No, ma'am, David. I'm sorry for bumping into you, miss."
"That's fine."
Hermione couldn't help but be annoyed with herself. She made a promise not to ever think that Ron was coming back again. When your dead, you can never go back to where you came from, unless you chose the path of a ghost. She was positive Ron wouldn't, though. Sure, his body was not found, but that was probably because Voldemort had blasted it . . .
"Oh, Merlin!" She shouted, loudly and suddenly. She had a picture of Ron's dead, lifeless body in her brain. David looked shocked. "I'm sorry," she whispered, rather slowly. "I'm very, very sorry."
"That's okay," said David, "You just gave me a fright."
Hermione turned her attention back to her books. A few days later, she and Harry would be leaving the Burrow. She did not want to leave, but she knew that it was for the best, and that she had to move on, away - stop thinking about Ronald Weasley and the fact that he loved her, so, so very much.
"A Healer's job is to . . ." Hermione was flipping through the pages of the borrowed book. She had given up the book about Aurors because whenever she looked at it, she heard Ron's voice faintly in the distance - "Being an Auror sounds cool, don't you think, Hermione, Harry?"
She heard Mrs. Weasley's voice far down the stairs. "Hermione, we have some news for you . . . "
Hermione rushed down, expecting to see Ron alive and well. And everything will be okay . . . he'll be there, waiting for me, and we'll get married, have children . . . As Hermione neared her destination, she saw that Mrs. Weasley was in tears, along with the rest of the family.
"Ron's body has been found," she whimpered.
The three minutes the Weasley family (including herself and Harry) were standing there, at the door seemed like three hours to Hermione. Hermione knew she was being immature, but a slight wail left her throat.
"He was supposed to come back!" She was soon shouting, much to the discomfort of everyone else, "He loved me! I loved him, even though I turned him down!"
"Hermione, not to be rude or anything, but what the bloody hell are you talking about?" Asked Harry, trying to remain calm and very tough.
"We loved each other," she whispered, crying softly. Mrs. Weasley ran up to her and put her arms around the poor girl, even though she could've used some comfort from somebody else as well. "He told me he loved me," she whispered. Tears were falling freely from down her cheeks. She felt as though her whole world - everything she had lived for - was falling right down, right before her very eyes. "He was supposed to come back. We were supposed to get married. We were supposed to have kids! He was the only one I've ever loved in my life!"
The Weasleys were crying, as well as Harry. "I admit it to, Hermione," said Harry, "I thought that he was going to come back. He was my best mate growing up, and - I don't know. I guess that we should've moved on a long time ago . . ."
Looking at Ron's grave gave Hermione funny feelings in her stomach. It was the day of the funeral, and she was dressed in black, which matched her mood. Knowing that she was being silly, she kneeled down to Ron's grave, and whispered. "I loved you too, Ron."
No answer.
"I know you're gone forever, now, Ron, but, I just want you to know that I love you too. I was just - afraid, I guess. Afraid to love you . . ."
After a while, she gave up hope for an answer.
"I remember how you used to act like an unemotional git around me, but suddenly flew into rage when I got a new letter from Krum . . . that was the only reason why I was writing to him, honestly - to see you reaction to it. I admit I was only doing it to make you jealous."
She was silent for a few moments.
"That's about all I have to confess to you, Ron."
Thinking for a few more seconds, she said, "No, wait, Ron. I have more to say. I thought you were really coming back, and I thought that we'd forever love each other. I know that you're never coming back, but I am still going to forever love you. No matter what, Ron, I will always care for you, and no other man could change my feelings that I have for you. Sure, you're never coming back, but one of these days, I'll go up to you, and we'll forever be lovers up there."
The leaves danced across Ron's grave and whirled around Hermione's hair. Hermione, for the first time in days, gave a weak smile.
"I will always love you, Ron - "
The leaves stopped.
"Forever and always . . . "
I know it's sad, it's sad! (BURSTS INTO TEARS)! Well, I guess this is the only way to end it off, unless he came back, but I don't think it would've worked for my story...Please review!