He walked the filthy steps, up to the platform, his head hung low and with pain and his hands were tied together roughly, the rope was slightly cutting his skin. They pushed him up, shoving him until he got to the top, he tripped on the top step sending him head first, luckily he turned his head and the wood splintered his cheek. He got back up showing no pain, he didn’t hold his head high but he showed no pain. The people in the crowd yelled, and yelled, booing, wanting him to die. Death was huge, ever so huge in his life, money, trade, everything he hated except three things. Love, Mary and especially Hermione. He looked up into the crowd, looking for her eyes, her beautiful face and her hair. Seeing what would be in her eyes, since what had happened last night.
~* Last Night *~
He blinked the bruises on him hurt, especially on his eyes, and feet. He looked around his tiny room, cell. He was put in here after they humiliated him. With food throwing, and being dragged around by feet. He breathed deeply and gently put his head into a sleeping position. Closing his eyes, he tried to move his feet. He did, he could move them, but when they touched the floor they hurt. They gave him some bandages and things so he would heal, they liked to have the people who get beheaded are strong, so the pain would hurt more. No-one was in the other cells, it was only him in that prison.
He had been accused of something he didn’t do. But he was happy he was there. If he wasn’t in this prison he wouldn’t have seen Hermione. She was so delicate, at her house, looking out. He was at the tree, which use to be ‘their tree’. He was there, remembering, thinking about life, laws, money, trade, death, love and pain. He remembered as his anger started to boil up, as he thought of those 7 things. He hated being poor for so many reasons. He hated, he hated and he hated trade, money, and most of all laws. Laws, laws and laws, he hated them, he was sure so many others hated them too.
He was married to a woman called Mary, blonde, fair skin and beautiful. But she couldn’t compare to Hermione. Mary couldn’t have children, and they never fought, which was good until a point. Their life was boring, no real conversations, no real love and no money. In his dreams, there were no laws, no money, expect him and Hermione and the earth around them. They lived far away, together with 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls that were growing up before their eyes, with his red hair, her eyes, their personality. And they grew old together, old very old, but they always saw beauty in each others eyes. But his dreams were nothing but made up, only made up, not true, not true because of laws, because of money, trading.
Damn Edward! Why did he have to come to her front door that evening, the evening she was broken down? Who cares who the parents want for their daughter! Their daughter should choose! Who cares if you’re a peasant and you’re marrying a daughter of a noble! Who Cares! He fought so long in his head that night under the tree. And then he heard someone walking, and a woman scream. He got up, and ran over to the scream and it was Mary on the ground, who wasn’t moving. Fear swept over his body like a wave and he grabbed her and asked her over and over if she was ok. Then he knew she was gone, he held her close to his body, no heart beating, and her beauty was dead. Her beauty was incredible and gone so quickly; he looked at her leg, which the dress had torn up to her thigh. It was a man, who had done this. He silently cried into her shoulder, until it was morning and someone saw him, they said he had brutally killed her. He hated people; he hated tongues, tongues that make such lies that make such laws that make such trade, such poverty and such laws! He always doubled laws in his speech, double hating it then anything else.
That night was the night he got landed a crime he did not do. What if Edward has pushed Hermione to do something she didn’t want to do? He would kill him. He rid that memory of why he was in that prison. He had seen Hermione at her house, talking, that’s why he was here, because he left home to see her and in the end he got accused of something he did not do. They had sworn to each other they would never talk or interact since their emotions would probably take over, but they hadn’t even seen each other by accident.
He heard the entrance door open. He lifted his head softly, which didn’t hurt, but quick movements might, he didn’t want to risk it. His eyes were still closed, not wanting to see the guard of the jail throw water at his face. His jail door creaked open slowly; he kept his eyes closed ready for the hard punch that was coming. He heard the slight scrap of his food being placed on the floor. He kept them closed, the eyes. He felt like yelling at the guard to punch him already, instead of waiting so long.
He felt the guards face ever so close to his, confused by the guards actions he was about to open his eyes. He felt heavy breathing onto his face then soft lips, tenderly caressing his lips. He knew it wasn’t a guard now, because he recognized those lips. Droplets of water fell onto his cheek and face, he opened his eyes softly, and to encounter hers closed. He brought his hands up to touch her shoulders, and they once again kissed tenderly, he felt her hands rise up his neck to deepen the kiss. He felt his tear crawl across the side of his cheek. She was there.
“Hi… Herm… Miss me?” He whispered into her ear. She choked on her tears, and chuckled softly. Although his hands were wounded he caressed her cheek softly. She grabbed his hands and kissed them a couple of times as if kissing would heal them.
“Yes… yes, yes, yes.” She said softly, her eyes growing watery again. He wiped her tears with his thumb, and brought her face closer to his until their lips met. She was bending over, him, that’s how they kissed for quite awhile.
“We can’t, someone may see?” He said, trying to keep his voice down.
“No-one, will come. The sun isn’t out, no-one watches you after the sun goes away. It’s locked, but no-one stays.” She breathed heavily, against his lips, making his eyes close in the sensation of her breath.
“Then how did you get in?” He said slightly kissing her lips.
“Edward is in charge of this prison. I stole the keys.” She said, kissing his neck.
“Do you know how many laws you’ve broken, to see me?” He said, looking into her eyes.
“Do you know how many nights I have cried because I don’t have you by my side?” She said, a couple of tears falling onto his cheeks.
“Or you by mine…” He said, pulling her to him, kissing her, sweet passion filling their mouths. He felt her body move; he felt her weight on top of him. Her hips were on top of his in a sitting position.
“Does it hurt?” She said.
“No, nothing you do will hurt me, nearly everything you do, well did.” He said turning his face, a tear leaking out of his and her eye.
“I didn’t want Edward, you know that Ron. Don’t blame it on me. You also got married, to Mary, sure I’m jealous but I am not blaming you for being poor!” She yelled threw clenched teeth.
“You didn’t have to open that door! Why couldn’t we run! Run away from all the laws and worries and leave our love to choose our path! Maybe if we did I wouldn’t be here, waiting to die tomorrow! I married Mary because she loved me, I don’t love her the way I should! Because your face comes in my mind every day, every moment of my life, your lips, your hair, your love you had for me haunts me, teases me, because I’ll never be able to wake up and see you by my side! Or see you giving birth to our children!” He breathed in deeply, after saying what he felt.
“I wish I didn’t open that darn door! I wish Edward didn’t exist, I wish laws didn’t exist, or trading, money and even sometimes you, because your face haunts me too Ron. It teases me too, because I know I’ll never be able to wake up and see you by my side, or see you next to me when I give birth to our children. And I don’t love Edward the way I should either, I despise him. And…” She sobbed. “About tomorrow, that’s why I came.”
“You come now! You come now, when my life is over! What sort of love is that?” He said getting furious.
“Why did you have to come and sit under that tree all the time? It isn’t our tree anymore Ron! Why did you have to come to my house to look at me? I saw you alright, but I turned away, not wanting to hurt you more and me then we have. If you hadn’t gone under that tree and stayed at home protecting your wife maybe you would be alive tomorrow! So don’t blame it on me.”
“Maybe if your parents weren’t such horrible people maybe we would have 4 children.”
“And maybe if your parents had actually thought of gaining a lot of money instead of having seven children!” She responded back. He felt his anger boil, how dare she speak like that of his parents. He pushed her off of him. She got off him, fixing her hair, and turning her head away from his eyes, and moved her body from his eyes as well.
“How dare you, they didn’t choose to be peasants and you didn’t choose to be a daughter of a noble. But after what you said, I guess you prefer money than anything.” He hissed. She hung her head, in shame of what she had just said. She didn’t mean to say it; his parents had brought up 7 strong and loving children who are true workers and love with their full heart. While Edward was brought up spoilt and with greed.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. But you shouldn’t of either. I guess you don’t want my presence here anymore. So I will leave before I cause anymore discomfort.” She said, facing him, looking how damaged he was, how hurt he was mentally, physically and in the heart.
“Since when do you talk proper English to me?”
“Well… Now I do. Again I am sorry for the discomfort I have caused you and now I shall leave, but before I do.” She paused. “I just want to tell you that… This will come to a shock to you. But our daughter is turning 14 summers old tomorrow.” She saw him gasp.
“What! I have a daughter? We have a daughter?!” He said loudly, a tear coming out of his eye. He had a girl; does she know who her real father is? Has she ever seen him? What was her name?! She closed her eyes.
“Yes… red hair, brown eyes and both our personalities in her.” She said smiling.
“And her name is?” He said wanting to know what his baby girls name was.
“Edward chose it, I had no said,” Her eyes grew watery. Edward didn’t let the mother choose her kids name, Ron was sure he wasn’t human. “Elizabeth. I hate that name, one day; I will let her know her real name.” Ron hated that name too, so many women had that name, and his baby girl was unique.
“What is her real name?”
“I wanted you to accept the name I chose.” He nodded. “Eve.” He smiled.
“Yes… Eve. Does she know who her real father is?” She shook her head.
“But she will tomorrow.”
“Is she beautiful like you?” He said eager to find out.
“She is beautiful to me.” She smiled by his compliment.
“Than she is,” He said, smiling at her back. “I love you… I’m sorry for saying that about your parents, come back to me. I want to wake up once in my life and find you by my side.” She bowed her head once again and tears fell. He got up into sitting position, and gestured her to him. She slowly moved to him and he moved his hands around her waist, and brought her hips to his. And she sat down on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She brought her lips down onto his, tongue slipping in. Their tongues played with each other, it felt like jolts of electricity running through their tongues to spread over their whole body. He started to feel her hips grind against his. He felt his body stiffen under her weight. He knew where they were heading. “Are you sure Herm?” He said breathing heavily and planting kisses on her neck.
“I’ll never meet a man as caring as you Ronald Weasly.” She started with a smile, but then she started to cry, she stopped moving her hips against his, and started to cry into his manly chest. He held her ever so close. She remembered how they made love under ‘Their tree’ and he had held her ever so close. And she remembered telling herself that that would be the last time he would hold her, but she was wrong, tears fell down her cheeks again, she was ever so wrong, this would be her last time, her last night, his last night.
“And I’ll never meet a woman as beautiful as you; I’ll never love a woman if it is not you. And when you meet me up there, we will spend our nights making love, our days raising our children, and our years loving each other.” He kissed her hair. “Lets spend the time we have, the best possible, and when I’m up there tomorrow, please don’t let Eve see me go.” She looked into his eyes, silent tears falling. “And remember, I’ll never forget you, and always love you.” He kissed her tears away. She slightly turned her head so her lips encountered his, their lips moved so slowly, tasting, and making sure this love would last as long as possible.
“I love you, even when I say those words, it doesn’t mean as much as it should.” He smiled against her lips.
“Its means a lot, but sometimes you have to show your love, that way it sinks deeper.” She smiled against his lips, she knew what he meant. She brought her hands from his hair and placed them on his chest, she breathed heavily on his neck, as she took of his shirt. He kissed her passionately then she lowered her head to kiss his chest, then to his neck again.
As she kissed his neck, he was able to get his hands from her body. He got his hands under her thin dress. She wore her most skinny dress (but it did cover her from shoulders to ankle) because if she wore a large and heavy one, she wouldn’t be able to sneak out and in to the house and prison. She started to grind her hips against his, even if it was through cloth, they could feel each others need.
“Ron, now I can’t wait any longer.” She said breathing heavily onto his neck, as she felt his hands take off her dress. She kissed him deeply. “Now,” She moaned against his throat, as her fingers fiddled with his trousers. As she loosened her legs around his waist, so she could take off his trousers. She wanted to feel the pleasure he gave her last time, but even better. She wanted to feel him plant his seed, and leave his love imprinted all over her. He felt her tight walls close him in; as they loosened he went into rhythm. Sweet love, they made nearly all night. Lost in each others arms, blinded by their love and tasting each others sweetness.
It seemed to them forever for that night, that part of their life to end, but when it stopped it felt even longer.
“No! Leave me be with you! I want you to wake up and see me by your side!” Hermione yelled, refusing to leave him.
“Hermione I love you too much, I can’t leave you kill yourself by waking up by my side, my life has ended but yours hasn’t. You will bear another child, and take care of the first. I’ll send my love from above, to them and you. I will always love you.” He said, as he kissed her. He tasted her tears and felt his coming. She caressed his cheek.
“We will meet again. I love you.” They kissed for a long session, telling each other how much they loved each other. As Ron slightly nudged her to go, she embraced him even tighter. “I’ll never forget you.”
“Farewell, my Hermione. And up above I will wait to meet you again.” He kissed her hand in a gentleman way. She kissed him again.
“Farewell, my Ronald. And I will meet you again.” As she left the cell, and as their fingertips finally stopped touching each other, she ran for it out of the cell, the sun was about to come up.
~* End of Flashback *~
He looked to the crowd, as he lowered his head, and saw his love, Hermione crying and crying looking at him. And that’s when he saw his child. Eve, she was so beautiful, red hair; he slightly saw that they were brown eyes. She had a couple of freckles too. He looked to Hermione, their eyes screaming for each other. And then he grinned at her, and she grinned back, nodding. She was sure they would meet again. He saw Hermione whisper something to Eve’s ear. He felt the executer swing back the axe. Hermione blinked a tear of love, and Eve shouted.
Sorry for the wait for the sequal. But a reviewer told me I should make a sequal and thats when the idea popped in my head while I was in Spain. Thanx and please Review.