Fix my Heart (Dramione)

Chapter One: A Loss

1 week and 6 hours since he died.

Hermione Granger sat on her boyfriends bed in the burrow, taking in his scent that she missed so much. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she hadn't eaten in days. Everyone had tried to get her out of their room but she just wouldn't budge, she didn't want to. Not only was Ronald Weasley her boyfriend and the one she loved but he was also one of her best friends, someone she had spent all her time with, now gone.

It's funny isn't it? How two words can end someone's life.

Hermione thought to herself, feeling the tears well up in her eyes again. All she could do was cry, she didn't have the energy to do anything else.

Knock
Knock

Her head shot up in response to the knocking on her door.

"Hermione, it's me, George. Open up please. I want to talk to you."

She sniffled slightly before replying to him.

"Leave me alone, George..."

She didn't want to talk, she just wanted to be left alone. Was that too much to ask for?

"Please, I know what you're going through. When Fred... When Fred died I did exactly the same thing as you, I locked myself away hoping the world would just disappear. But it doesn't. And at some point you're going to have to face it again. I know... I know that it's hard but-"

George was cut off by Hermione opening the door, he looked at her, scanned her up and down and his heart sank. Her hair was wild, like it hadn't been brushed in days, her face was pale and her cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes were one bright and filled with life, now dull and empty.

Georges first instinct was to pull her in for a hug, and he did just that. Hermione let the tears fall again, she cried on his shoulder whilst he held her, stroking her hair and whispering over and over again.

I know

I know

"It's so hard, George... So hard" she continued to cry not holding back anymore.

"I know, it feels horrible.. But I've made it through it, so can you. You just have to believe that you can get over this. He wouldn't want this for you, Hermione... He wouldn't have wanted this at all and you know that." George comforted her, she clung onto his words and replayed them over and over again in her head.

He wouldn't have wanted this at all.

He wouldn't have wanted this at all.

He wouldn't want this for you.

"I know, he wouldn't have but I can't help it. I love him, George. But he's gone. He's gone." She cried harder, the realisation of the event that occurred a week ago finally settling.

They stayed like that, George just comforting her; having known what it's like to be in this situation, all you need is someone to lean on and George would be that person.

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For an hour, Hermione and George sat on Ron's bed sharing fond memories of him and laughing at them, not being sad anymore but simply remembering him for who he was.

"Oh, oh and there was this one time... He accidentally walked into me... And he was apologising like an idiot. Fumbling over his words... He obviously adored me. It was so funny." Hermione exclaimed in between laughs.

Little did they know, that Harry was stood outside the door, smiling. Hermione was happy once again. He had lost hope in his friend and counted on Ginny for support but maybe he would have her back... And that's all that mattered.