Hermione's Pov...
The coffin lowered slowly, ponderously into the muddy ground. Hermione felt like a hole had torn itself out of her heart and replaced it with lead instead. I cared about this half wit wizard. I really did, Hermione thought. She couldn't ever claim that she was ever in love with Ron Weasley, but she did care about him deeply.
He had been more than some boyfriend, he had been a good friend, and a brother to her in many ways. Fred Weasley, was being buried right beside his youngest brother, and already the wizarding world was hailing Ronald Weasley as a war hero in the highest sense.
Harry held her hand, but Hermione didn't feel it. In fact, she felt numb to everything going on around her. Mrs. Weasley was just done talking about Fred's life, and Hermione was invited up to speak.
"I...I don't think I can," Hermione said to Harry. "Nothing I would say would be good."
Harry whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Mione.' I'll tell them you can't."
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione said, and wiped at her tears. Harry shook his head, and Mrs. Weasley looked at her like she was a traitor. Hermione blushed, but refused to budge from her chair.
When the service was over, Hermione could barely eat at the party afterwards. She functioned well enough to accept people's well wishes and condolences, but inside, Hermione was dying.
She bought some firewhisky and drank the whole bottle by the end of the evening. It would be five years before she would be able to function again in both the wizarding and muggle world...
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Afraid Of Love
FanfictionAfter Hermione loses her boyfriend Ron Weasley during the Battle Of Hogwarts, alongside his older brother Fred, Hermione is devastated by the loss. All she wants to do is crawl into a deep, dark hole and die. Five years after the war ends, a chance...
