Never Say Goodbye

The trilling of an alarm clock went off bringing one Hermione Granger-Weasley out of a peaceful slumber. She stretched out her arms, not unlike a content cat. Smiling, she turned around to her sleeping husband and gently draped her arm over his chest.

Ron woke to slender fingers running circles over his collarbone. The morning frown (he had many) on his face gave way to a mischievous grin as he laced his fingers with Hermione's. And sensing her distraction he quickly flipped her over onto her back.

"Well, good morning, Mrs Granger-Weasley," Ron smirked. "And what a pleasant surprise it is to have a beautiful woman to wake me up at such an ungodly hour, on our twentieth anniversary no less."

Hermione grinned back smugly, knowing that the only way Ron would ever wake up on a day off was at her hand. "Well, Mr Weasley, I thought as it is our anniversary, as you so aptly pointed out, it would be a good idea beginning our day with a little...morning delight." Hermione ended with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, you did, did you?" Ron whispered, gently kissing lower and lower down Hermione's neck.

Hermione sighed happily, tilting her neck back to give Ron easier access. Running her hands up Ron's back and through his hair, she roughly pulled his head up. She stared into his cerulean blue eyes; eyes that reminded her of excitement, warmth, home... Her heaven. Reaching up, she sought Ron's lips and brought them into an open mouthed kiss - a collision of long held love and ever present passion (and, unfortunately, their morning breath). Hermione chuckled at this. "What?" Ron questioned, pulling away, a confused look on his face.

"Nothing," Hermione replied, turning to her left.

A gust of wind blew open the curtains, the sunlight piercing through and blinding Hermione. She put her hand to her face, blocking out the sun whilst her left hand clutched at thin air.

Fear gripping her heart, a panicked Hermione called out to Ron several times. "Ron? Ron, where are you? I need you!" She got out of bed, not bothering to put on her slippers. She could hear voices hurrying towards her, feet pounding outside in the corridor. "Ron!" She screamed out his name again. The voices were right outside the door now and she made her way towards it, hoping Ron would be amongst them. But instead she felt two pairs of hands holding onto her arms, restraining her.

A haggard and world weary Harry stood outside Hermione's room, watching the Healers put restraining spells over his suicidal friend. Harry always waited outside the room, a lump in his throat. Never to enter. He could not. If he did, he would have to finally admit to himself that Ron Weasley, his best friend, really had been tortured and killed by Goyle and Zabini whilst trying to save Rose and Hugo.

Tightly clutching his fists, Harry turned and walked out of St Mungo's.

Harry could never believe his best friend had left him forever.

Bit all over the place but the idea had been bugging me. My third venture into HP fic writing. Please tell me what you thought. ConCrit welcome. This is a one-shot. Thank you for reading (and hopefully) reviewing! :D

Note: the windows have grilles over them and patients are not allowed wands and other objects that can be used as weapons - obviously. Rose and Hugo are in their mid-to-late teens.

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