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Live Without You by PhoenixxFlight

Format: Short story
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,135
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Fluff, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny
Pairings: Ron/Hermione

First Published: 12/19/2008
Last Chapter: 12/24/2008
Last Updated: 12/24/2008

It's Christmas time at the Burrow. It's Ron's first Christmas without Hermione.

“I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “You won’t even have time to miss me.”

“Doubt it,” I replied, pulling her close.

“It will only be a few days, Ron. A week at the most,” she presses her lips to my neck and I shiver at her touch.

Chapter 1: Chapter One - Being Alone
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It's been nearly a year since I've posted anything. Here's a new on for you, Christmas Themed. Missed you all.


Christmas time at the Burrow is always hectic. When I think back to my younger years, I remember Mum being a wreck all during the month of December. She worries about presents, Christmas dinner and guests. She spends the whole month making sure everything runs flawlessly. It always does of course. This is the first year that I’ll be living on my own, away from all the pre-Christmas madness.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss the old days. When spending Christmas with Harry and Hermione was the best it could get. Its funny how much can change in one year. Harry and Ginny are spending their first Christmas together; Harry’s cooking (or at least attempting) a Christmas dinner for her. They promised to visit the Burrow Christmas morning so we can all open our gifts together, it’s tradition.

Mums so excited that I’m spending Christmas Eve with them, she’s even got my old bed all washed and set for me. I’ll bet she’s already got my pajama’s laid out. Regardless, I’m glad to make her happy; this isn’t going to be an easy event for any of us. It’s our first Christmas without Fred. It’s our first Christmas without Lupin and Tonks.

It’s my first Christmas without Hermione.

After the war, Hermione left. She needed some time to calm down from the events that took place, some time to gather her thoughts. She was also going to visit Australia and find her parents, and, although I wanted to go with her I knew it was something she needed to do on her own.

Hermione’s been gone for months. No letters, no word from her. I spend every waking moment worrying about her, and praying for her safe return. The hardest part is not knowing. Is she staying away against her will or is she not?

 “I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “You won’t even have time to miss me.”

“Doubt it,” I replied, pulling her close.

“It will only be a few days, Ron. A week at the most,” she presses her lips to my neck and I shiver at her touch.

“Say ‘hello’ to your parent’s for me,” I smile into her hair, not wanting to let her go.

“Hmm,” she sounds from the crook of my neck. “I will.”

“I miss you already.”

“Miss you more,” she promises, looking into my eyes now. She brushes her fingers timidly across my cheek.

“One week,” I stated.

“One week,” she confirms, pulling my lips to hers.

The winter air snaps at my fingers and toes as I stuff my hands deeper into my pockets. My breath comes out in quick successions, fogging the air in front of my face. It was colder outside then I thought, but I needed to clear my head. I arrived at the Burrow only hours ago and already the thought of Christmas without Hermione was unbearable. I try to tell myself that I’d done it without her for the first half of my life, but my heart won’t listen.

I finally stop when the Burrow is nothing more then a small glittering light in the distance. Mentally exhausted I let my legs give until I’m sitting cross legged in the snow. The added cold of the frozen ground sends a chill through my body as the icy wind ruffles my hair. I rub my hands together, an attempt to warm my frozen fingers. As I stare up at the stars above they seem to wink back. Their sparkle reminds me of the one Hermione gets in her eye when she’s just thought up a particularly mischievous plan.


Everything reminds me of her. Even when I try to keep my mind busy with something else the thought of her breaks through the protective barrier I’ve put up. The way she can get her way with one little pout, the crinkle in her nose when she’s trying to hide her laughter, the…

“You okay, mate?”

It’s Harry. Brilliant, I really wanted someone to see me in such a pathetic state.

“Uh…” I begin. Come on Ron, think of a manly reason for you to be sitting in the snow looking up at the stars.

“I miss her too,” Replies Harry, and too my surprise he takes a seat in the snow beside me. “It’s weird isn’t it? Christmas without her.”

I nod; words won’t seem to form in my mouth. I’m positive if I try to reply my voice will break.

“It must be harder for you. I can’t even begin to imagine.”

I nod once more.

“She’ll be okay, Ron. I know she will be,” he barely whispers, patting my back lightly.

I want to be alone. I don’t want Harry to see me so weak, and yet, I feel as though I shouldn’t be alone.

“Harry,” I start, realizing something. “Why are you here? It’s Christmas Eve, aren’t you suppose to be cooking dinner for Ginny?”

“Right, err…” he begins, looking embarrassed. “I burnt dinner.”

He laughs along with me as I double over, clutching my side.

“Ha-ha,” he says sarcastically. “So Ginny’s going to cook instead. She wanted to come and pick up a recipe from your Mum.”

“Why don’t you just use magic?”

“Ginny thinks it’s more special if we cook by hand,” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“Ahh,” I nod knowingly. “Hermione felt the same way.”

Hermione. See what I mean? Without even realizing what I’m doing she’ll come into my thoughts.

“Women,” laughs Harry. “Are you aware that it’s bloody freezing out?”

“What?” I realized that I had been so completely lost. “Oh. Er, yeah. I suppose it is, isn’t it?”

Harry looked at me like I had a third eye before saying,

“Are you going to come in then?”

“Nah, I think I’m just going to sit here for a while,” I reply.

“Okay,” he said, standing up and brushing the snow off of himself. “Your Mum was wondering where you had gone, so she sent me to look for you. I’ll tell her you want to be alone.”

“Thanks Harry,” realizing I was genuinely glad he had come by to see me now. “For everything.”

“Anytime, mate,” he smiled, before turn and walking briskly back towards The Burrow.

I watched his silhouette get smaller and smaller, until finally I couldn’t see him anymore over the rolling snow hills. A particularly strong breeze came along and swept icy snow into my face. Lovely. Shivering, I lie down in the snow, letting my back get use to the chill of the Earth. The wind doesn’t affect me so much anymore.