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A Tearstained Letter by xXLuna_LovegoodXx
Chapter 1 : Confessions
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. All credit to JKR for making the wonderful Harry Potter series and The Fray for this fabulous song, How To Save a Life. Without these two, this story wouldn't exist.

“Ron?” asked Hermione, “We need to talk.” 

Hermione was sitting on the sofa in the lounge of The Burrow, twisting the hemline of her dress round her finger. When Ron never replied, she looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, as if her head was working away furiously and was demanding her full attention. On the other hand, Ron’s head was reeling. Like his mother always said, ‘Never use the words “We need to talk” to a girl! They always know nothing good ever comes after those words.’ He hesitated and turned on his heel to walk away when Hermione spoke again. 

“Please Ron, stay, it’s just a talk,” she whispered, a slight pleading note sounded in her voice. There was something about the way she said it that made him stop and sit next to her. He felt in his pockets for something to fiddle with, he always did when he was nervous. 

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it’s just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

“Ron, the past few weeks have been terrible. Dumbledore has been murdered by someone we thought we could trust, Voldemort is gaining more power by the minute, the Wizarding World is preparing for war and Ginny and Harry have broken up,” Hermione said, looking at her hands the whole time. Ron smiled slightly. No matter how bad things get, Hermione will always be the one to include the end of love as a tragedy in itself. ‘Old romantic,’ thought Ron. 

“Hermione...” he started, but she cut him off. 

“No, let me finish Ron,” she said, “These past few weeks have been dreadful, but somehow, you’re the only one who hasn’t cracked. Everyone else has shown the strains of Voldemort being back and Dumbledore being gone. Everyone that is, except from you.” 

By now, Ron was completely lost. Where was this going? He could be out in the garden dancing with the rest of the wedding guests, or trying to convince Harry to go back out with Ginny, but instead he had followed Hermione back into the house, just to hear her speak about what everyone else already knew. Why had he followed her?

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

“Hermione, where is this going? Y’know Harry’s outside, he’s better at talking about...” Ron started, once again cut off by Hermione. 

“Oh Ron, you never listen do you? You have no idea what I’m saying, or what I’m about to say! You don’t even bother trying to put two and two together do you?” said Hermione shrilly. Ron looked taken aback. 

“Hermione, don’t get all worked up,” he said sheepishly, staring at his feet. 

“You just don’t get it do you?” she asked, the look of disbelief crossing her face, her face reddening slightly. She stood up, shaking her head, crossed to the other side of the room and looked out of the window. Ron was growing flustered, he was obviously very confused. He walked over and touched Hermione’s arm gently - she turned around to face him, tears welling up behind her eyes. 

“I’ve always loved you, Ron. But you don’t even want to hear about it, do you?” The words were catching her throat slightly as she spoke, they were so faint that Ron couldn’t be sure if he was hearing them or not. She swallowed and carried on, still staring determinedly out of the window. “You were never big enough to speak about anything that even remotely resembled love, you were always too immature. I thought you had changed, I thought you could talk about stuff like this now, but I was obviously wrong. Maybe you’re still the same juvenile boy I met on the Hogwarts Express on our first day of school. Maybe I should just...” she faltered, losing her nerve slightly. She shut her eyes tightly, refusing to let any tears out. Ron, on the other hand, was speechless; he stood there looking like a gormless Flobberworm. Hermione took a deep breath as if she was preparing to plunge into a great pool and opened her mouth. 

“Just forget it Ron. Forget I ever said anything to you. Forget we ever knew each other. Forget that I love you. Forget that you’ve broken my heart. Forget that...just forget me, okay?” she stammered, then turned on her heel and left the room, but not before Ron saw the tears pouring down her cheeks.

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Ron woke up with the pale light of morning sunshine streaming through the window, dancing gracefully across his face. He stood up, pushed his hair out of his eyes and let out a huge yawn. It was then that he saw a piece of folded parchment that had obviously fallen off the sofa when he had stood up. He bent down to pick it up and saw his name written on the front in that neat handwriting that he knew all too well.

To my dearest Ronald, 

                            Last night we had an argument, and I know now that I’ve lost you forever. Before I leave your life for good, I just want to let you know that I still love you, and I always will. We both realise that I know best, and it’s best for both of us if we don’t see each other again. Tell Harry I’m sorry that I can’t help him with his hunt for the Horcruxes, and as you are going with him I shall return to Hogwarts, if it re-opens that is. If not I shall transfer to Beauxbatons, but I certainly won’t be going away with you two. I know that you will only miss me like a friend that has moved away, as that is all we are, friends. Give my congratulations to Bill and Fleur as I never got the chance to last night. Tell Ginny I’m sorry, but I will keep in touch with her. This is the last time you will hear from me, it hurts too much to write to you, or speak to you, or even see you again. I’m sorry. It’s all for the best. If you start to miss me, just remember that you were the one that let me go. Goodbye my dear, dear Ron. 

Love, Hermione x x x x

He sat staring at the letter, tears falling uncontrollably down his face. They were nothing more than great cascades of sorrow.

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defence
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you’ve told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Ron started his walk up the stairs to his bedroom, where he knew Harry would be sleeping. He pushed open the bedroom door and went to shake him awake when he noticed what was in Harry’s hand...a photo of Ginny. It had been taken at the Quidditch World Cup, Hermione had taken a camera and this photo was taken not long after they had arrived. They were just about to collect water from the tap at the other end of the campsite when Hermione insisted on taken a photo. Ginny had her hair falling loosely around her face, a huge grin spreading from ear to ear, her hands were clasped in front of her and she looked as if she was trying to hop while attempting to stay stationary for the photo. The remarkable thing was that it was a Muggle photo, Hermione had always insisted that they were better than Wizarding ones. Ron smiled slightly and shook his friend awake. 

“Harry? Harry mate, wake up!” he said, shaking his shoulder. Harry propped himself up with one arm and rubbed his eyes sleepily, reaching for his glasses. 

“Whas’matter?” he muttered, pushing his glasses on. 

“It’s Hermione,” said Ron, a lump forming in his throat, “She’s...well she’s gone.” 

“Huh? Whad’ya mean she’s gone?” 

“Read this,” Ron handed Harry the letter, watching his face as he read it. 

“Ron, you idiot,” he said, folding up the letter and handing it back to Ron, “We’ve lost her.” Ron started shaking uncontrollably and sat down on the bed, staring at the floor. He couldn’t believe it. How could he have let this happen? But it was true, she was gone. As was his chance of happiness.

Where did I go wrong I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Hermione sat down on her bed and finally let all the tears flow out. She had gathered her stuff in a hurry after walking out on Ron and had called a taxi to take her home - the fare had been extortionate. Unpacking, she came across one of Ginny’s tops. ‘I must have picked this up in my hurry to pack,’ she thought. Holding it to her nose she inhaled deeply and smelt aftershave on it. More tears formed in her eyes and it took her a minute to realise why, until she realised it was the same aftershave Ron uses. The one Hermione had bought him last Christmas. 

“Oh Ron, how could I have been so stupid?” she cried, flinging herself face down onto her pillow, sobbing away to her heart’s content. 

“Stupid isn’t a word that I would usually use to describe you, darling,” said a voice from her doorway. 

Hermione looked up, hardly daring to believe it. Her heart was pounding faster then she had ever experienced before. But it wasn’t Ron, she had been foolish to think that it may have been. It was just her father. 

“Oh Dad, I’ve been so stupid,” she cried, rolling off her bed and running over to him. Henry Granger held her in his arms and stroked her hair caringly. 

“No darling, no everything will be fine, everything always is,” he soothed her. Hermione held back her tears and looked up. 

“ just don’t get it do you?” she said, staring at him with astonishment. Then the realisation struck her. Those were the exact words she had used on Ron, and the memory was burning painfully in her mind. She pulled herself out of her father’s grasp. 

“Just, just leave Dad, okay?” she said, her voice deadly quiet. 

“Hermione, I..” 

“Just LEAVE!”

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you’ve followed

Sinking into her bed, Hermione let a fresh batch of tears escape her as she cried herself to sleep. Hours later, she woke up. Her make-up that had been so carefully applied for the wedding was now halfway down her cheeks and her hair was sticking out like a birds nest. Her stuff from The Burrow was half put away and half still in her trunk. Then she realised she was still in her wedding clothes, she hadn’t changed since she left The Burrow. With a sudden desire for fresh air, she left her room behind her, walked downstairs and opened the back door silently. Walking outside, she felt the warm sunlight hit her cheeks as she strode over to her swing seat. The sun was so warm on her body and she had always loved the seat. It was a beautiful wooden structure which stood proudly in the garden, where the sunlight always hit it perfectly. Staring at the shadow of the sun, she saw the light going over to a part of the garden that she hadn’t been in for years. Standing up, Hermione walked over to where the light was falling and found her old swing, hanging as it had always done, from the most beautiful tree in the garden. Hermione, not knowing a lot about trees, didn’t know what it was called; all she knew was that it was gorgeous. Running her hand carefully over the trunk, she found the carvings her parents had put in when they were young lovers, as this used to be her dad’s parent’s house. A heart was carved into the old trunk, with the initials ‘HG + PD’ carefully placed inside it. ‘At least they worked out, unlike Ron and me,’ she thought miserably. Hermione sat on the swing and kicked her legs to start swinging. She was swinging as if all her worries and troubles would leave her with each kick of the legs. The wind was blowing through her hair and gave a pleasant breeze on her face. After so long, Hermione gradually took the swing to a halt, breathing heavily through the sheer exhilaration of swinging, something she had long since lost the joy in doing. 

“Oh Ron, why could we not have worked out?” she asked helplessly, “Why, oh why, oh why?” It was then that she felt two strong, muscled arms wrap themselves around her middle, and a mouth lean in close to her ear. 

“Who says we can’t?” asked a voice, whispering into her ear. Hermione took a deep breath in and inhaled the oh-so-familiar aftershave. She turned her head and saw the even more familiar red hair. 

“Oh Ron! What are…why are…how are…” she stuttered. For once she was truly lost for words. 

“Hermione, when I read your letter, I...I cried. I thought I’d lost you, and you thought you’d lost me. So then I was thinking, that if we’d both lost each other, does that mean we can find each other again? You were always better at that sort of stuff so…” he trailed off, biting his lip anxiously. 

“Oh Ron…don’t look at me, I’m a mess,” whispered Hermione, turning her head away from him. Ron cupped her head in his hands and stared deeply into her eyes.
“Hermione, you look absolutely beautiful. You could never, ever look a mess. You could be completely bald and...and overweight and...and have no teeth at all for all I care!” he told her. 

“Oh Ron..” 

“Hermione, I love you.” And with that, he kissed her...soft and tenderly, yet full of passion and love. It was at the moment when they broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes that they knew this would last. Forever.

He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he’ll say he’s just not the same
And you’ll begin to wonder why you came

Hermione pulled out her wand and Summoned her father’s penknife. On the tree, the two hopeless romantics carved their initials, slightly along from where Hermione’s parents had their names carved many years ago.

Where did I go wrong I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

“Hermione, I wish I hadn’t been so effing stubborn before and just asked you out! I never really liked Lavender; it was just to make you jealous. She’s definitely part Flobberworm, judging by the length of her conversations,” said Ron, hoping to see her smile.

Hermione laughed, the sound of it danced merrily among the rays of sunshine. “I know, but we’ve got the rest of our lives now...even if that means I have to put up with your awful jokes!” she smiled. By now they were lying on the grass, staring up at the leaves in the trees with the sunlight streaming through them. Ron was holding Hermione in his arms, twirling her hair around his fingers. 

“Listen, Hermione, I don’t want to lose you again. I know this is really, incredibly sudden, but, will you marry me?” asked Ron. Hermione sat up slightly, leaning on one elbow and gazed at Ron, processing what he had just said. 

“Oh Ron, of course I will!” she gushed, a huge smile breaking out on her face. 

Ron gathered Hermione in his arms again and kissed her.

Where did I go wrong I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life

Harry could hear the organ playing and turned to watch one of his best friend’s walk up the aisle. People had their handkerchiefs out already and were dabbing at their eyes, smiles of pride and happiness plastered across their faces. He smiled when he saw her, he couldn’t believe how pretty she looked. Talk about the ugly duckling turning into the beautiful swan! He turned to look at Ron, but his eyes were completely focused on Hermione, and who could blame him? After years of having a secret love for each other, they finally realised it and got together two summers ago, and here they were, getting married. Once their marriage was over, Harry could fully concentrate on the wedding in a few months time, his wedding. Not long before he defeated Voldemort last year, he got back together with Ginny, and they had been inseparable ever since. Life really could be perfect.

Where did I go wrong I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Rose sat beneath the old oak tree that was down at the bottom of her garden. It had always been her favourite. The swing tied on it had been her mother’s. The tree had her grandparent’s and her parent’s initials carved into it. She always swung on it first when she was playing with her sibling, Hugo, or when the Potter’s came round and she played with their children, Lily, James and Albus. But there was one person who had never come round. One person who had never experienced the free feeling that you can only gain through swinging on that swing. That person, was... 

“There you are, darling,” said a voice behind her. Rose turned and saw Scorpius walking over to her. She smiled her famous smile and ran into Scorpius’s arms, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Have you got the penknife?” she asked, pulling his hand slightly, hinting that he was to walk over to the tree. 

“Yep, it’s right here,” he said, drawing it out of his pocket with his spare hand. The two lovers went over to the tree and carved a love heart containing some initials. 

‘SM + RW’. Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley.

Where did I go wrong I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life 

Okay, so this is the absolute first time I have ever attempted to write a Song fic, so please R&R to tell me what you think! Constructive criticism welcomed [: Anyways, I hope this story isn't too confusing, if you want to know anything just ask [; Yes, I do love R/Hr, but I do write about, and follow, other 'Ships too [: I think the story kind of loses it towards the end, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles =] Thanks for reading!!!

Edit: As most of you know, it used to be Sirius Potter that Molly was in love with but as Molly and Sirius would be cousins; a lot of people were uncomfortable with it, so I decided to change it. Seeing as Ron is still a bit hostile towards Draco, I thought it would be a nice twist to make it his son with whom Molly fell in love with. Oh yeah, this was written Pre-DH....meaning I wrote it before DH came out. Thank you so much for reading!! Reviews welcome...they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :D

Edit Edit: Okay, so I've just re-written this. I have (hopefully) improved it, and I have written the names of the children as they appear in DH. Umm, that's it I think, please r&r!! xD

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