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Memoirs Of My Mione by Misty_Rey

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,361
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Characters: Ron, Hermione
Pairings: Ron/Hermione

First Published: 02/05/2006
Last Chapter: 09/06/2006
Last Updated: 09/06/2006

Summary:
*{Thank You Fantasy Dreamer for the banner, it's Lovely!!}* ///In Response to starving_artist722 Kiss me goodbye before you go, a RW/HG challenge///


Years after the final Battle took place, Ronald Weasley writes and wonders of death and how love came back from it.
This is why I wrote this. To honour her and the memory of her. This is my way of saying goodbye the best way possible. By showing the whole world how much I deeply, truly love her. Not loved. Love.


Chapter 1: Memoirs of My Mione
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The Greatest Love Story Ever Told.

No wait, scratch that, that sounds bloody stupid.

How about, ‘The Greatest Love Story Never Told.’

Blimey that sounds stupider.

……………………………….

Who am I trying to kid? I couldn’t write a three inch essay on Quidditch much less this. But I owe it to her. I owe to Hermione. Right then, here we go….

My name is Ronald Bilius Weasley. My best friend was Harry James Potter. You know, also known as the boy-who-lived and savior of the Wizarding and Muggle world alike. But this story isn’t about him. There are about a thousand other books on him, maybe even more. Also, this is supposedly the greatest love story ever or never told and me and Harry didn’t love each other THAT way. Gross!! We were like brothers and anyway, he got together with another Weasley, Ginny to be precise.

Bloody hell, I’ve wondered off track. Hermione always said I couldn’t focus on one thing at a time.

This is who the story is about. Miss Hermione (I’m not quite sure what's her middle name, Jane I think. She'd kill me if she knew I forgot her middle name. Wait, Damn I've wondered off track again.) Granger. She’s my other best friend though I have always felt more than friends feelings for her. We met on the Hogwarts Express but we only really became friends when Harry and I rescued her from this massively ugly Troll. Since then, even though we were only eleven, I always had this weird sensation in my stomach every time I was near her but back then I thought it was just hunger pains. Turns out it was love pains.

The three of us had loads of adventures. How could we not? Being Harry Potter’s best mates had its up and downs but it was never boring. Every year we were guaranteed a new obstacle to overcome, a new challenge to face. But this is a love story so I won’t go into detail about those adventures. Surprisingly, nothing came close to those challenges than the challenges of the heart me, Harry and Hermione had to face. In fourth year, Hermione got herself a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend mind you. Her first boyfriend was Quidditch player Viktor Krum. Impressive huh? I’m not sure how long they were together, Hermione wouldn’t tell me. All I know is that it ended in good terms and they stayed friends up until the Battle.

The Battle….

It's too early to discuss it. I don’t want to talk about it yet. Anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah, fourth year. Well, that year wasn’t so good to me. I got rejected by this girl, Fluer Delacour, who eventually became my sister-in-law. Fifth year wasn’t so pleasant either coz that was the year Harry’s godfather Sirius Black died. It was terrible for Harry to lose the closest connection he had to his parents. Sixth year had its good points and its bad points. It was the year I finally got myself a girlfriend. Lavender Brown. I didn’t love her though. I’m not sure if she loved me or not. Maybe she just liked the attention, I don’t know. We snogged long and hard, whenever we could. It's terrible but I was just using Lavender to make Hermione jealous and make her realize how much she really cares for me. It backed fired a bit but eventually we sorted things out.

But it was also the year we lost a great old crack box, Albus Dumbledore. A mixture of intense love at finally being with Hermione and heart breaking loss over Dumbledore overwhelmed us as we watched his funeral. The most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me was quickly extinguished by the harsh reality that is life.

Soon afterwards, me and Hermione couldn’t enjoy our new found love for each other. We both, voluntarily of course, helped Harry seek and destroy the Horcruxes of you-know-who. After destroying them all, the final battle waged between good and evil, the light and the dark. It was on this battlefield that many lives were sacrificed for the ‘greater good’ as many of the order members put it. That is a load of dragon dung. It's coming back to me, I don't want to remember but it's forcing itsself out...

“Say good bye to the world you knew, Weasley.” He stared into my eyes, his cold pupils never giving away to fear or guilt. His wand pointed straight at my chest, aimed for my heart. “I will have much pleasure from watching the life leave your face. You have caused me nothing but annoyance during your Hogwarts years.”

I stared back at him, my heart full of pure loathing for him. “Do what you want with me, coward.”

“What did you just call me?!”

“Only a coward would kill an unarmed opponent without so much as a duel.”

He gave me a cold sneer. “I see, is that what you think I am? I would prefer the term ‘calculating genius’ but to each his own. Now, enough talk. Good-bye Mr. Weasley.”

I closed my eyes, not wanting his face to be the last thing I see before I die. I saw the green light behind my closed eyelids and waited for my soul to leave my body. Nothing.

“What the-?!” I heard him exclaim. I opened my eyes and let out a gasp of horror. For there lying on the ground was Hermione.

Dead.

“Hermione!”

I didn’t know what to do at first. Then I saw her wand in her pocket. I grabbed it and aimed it at him. Severus Snape. He stared at Hermione’s body for a second or two then he faced me.

“Good riddance to such an insufferable know-it-all Mudblood.” That was all it took.

“Crucio!” I cried. He fell to the ground, screaming out in pain. When I felt it was long enough, “Avada Kedavra!” Green light burst from the wand and Snape stopped moving, stopped breathing. I fell to my knees and cradled Hermione’s bushy head in my arms. She was still warm when....

“Ron…”

I looked down into her eyes and saw the light of life slowly fade from them.

“Ron, Aren’t you going to kiss me goodbye before I go?” I bent and softly, tenderly, lovingly kissed her.

“Goodbye Mione….”


It's been so many years since then. I lost both of my best friends to that Battle. But they didn’t die in vain. Harry took you-know-who with him. And Hermione, she took my heart with her. I’ve thought about that moment so many times over the years and I don’t know whether I imagined it or not. No one can come back from the killing curse. But she manage to. When I think about what a git I was back at Hogwarts, all the times I could have said ‘I Love You’ to her, all the time I wasted because I was too scared….

*Sigh*

My old, frail hands can barely hold the quill as I write. Only a few wisps of hair are left on my head, long has the bright red faded from it. I reckon I'm as old as Dumbledore now but I have no clue. I've been alone eversince that terrible day. Noone can compare to her.

Noone.

Everytime I think of her, my eyes fill with tears but they never fall. I refuse to be sad when I think of her. Instead I smile. I hold the memories we had together close to my heart. Bittersweet memories yes but still sweet.

This is why I wrote this. To honour her and the memory of her. This is my way of saying goodbye the best way possible. By showing the whole world how much I deeply, truly love her. Not loved. Love.

Goodbye Mione, you’ll never know how much I love you.

These are the Memoirs of My Mione.

(Hey, that's a pretty good title....)




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