The First Time I Saw You (A Dramione Fanfic)

Prologue: Daisy Goodbye's

Hermione stood on the outskirts of the Weasley property, her shoes covered in mud from when her apparition spell faltered and landed her in the swamp. The mud didn't bother her as much as her damp socks sloshing around in her boots and the annoying "Splat" noise every time she took a step.

A gentle breeze blew her hair as she started walking toward the old burrow, the long crops from the farm fields blew on a slant mimicking the movement of something lurking behind.

She held a bouquet of flowers in her hand, an assortment of daisy's and lilly's, she recalled a time when Molly had mentioned Daisy's were her favorite flower, last year during the rebuilding of the burrow when Hermione had helped her plant a garden. Though the burrow had been destroyed and rebuilt it still looked the same, it still captured the same preppy characteristics and magical glow. Molly and Arthur had insisted on rebuilding the house, for the burrow had always been close to the Weasley's hearts,  of course the ministry funded the whole project after the Weasley's involvement with protecting Hogwarts and the defeat of Voldermort.

Hermione caught a glimpse of ginger hair. Ron was waiting for her on the front porch. he didn't seem to notice her in fact he was looking the opposite direction starring at a grey tomb stone by the edge of the field. It was Fred. Hermiones stomach churned and her heart sunk, Ron had never gotten over his brothers death, maybe in more time of course. it had only been a few months since Fred had passed. His death was even harder on George, George had disappeared a few weeks after Fred's death. He had left the burrow of his own free will and no one had heard from him since

As she got closer she was able to analyze Ron's expression, his eyebrows were pulled together and his lips were thin and stretched into a frown. Not only was he missing Fred but now also George, Ginny and himself were the only two remaining siblings at home. Percy had moved to downtown London to pursue his job with the ministry, Charlie rarely visited until the holidays and Bill and his wife Fleur had been busy traveling the world together.

When she got close enough she reached her left hand out to him, placing it gently on top of his which was resting firmly on the wooden railing. He looked over to her, his gaze softening as he stared upon her face.

"How is she?" Hermione asked sympathetically.

"Better, i suppose. The doctor came around today, gave her some potions that may help her heal faster" He said forcing a smile. Hermione didn't say anything, she refused to tell him something like 'It will be okay' Because the truth was she didn't even know if it would be, and she couldn't tell him she understood what he was going through, because she didn't. Ron had been through a lot and what was important was that she was there for him, to listen to his problems and cheer him up.

Molly was sick with Scrofungulus a wizarding illness, known to be fairly contagious and caused by a sort of magical bug.

"Is she still contagious?" Hermione couldn't think of anything else to say.

"No, the doctor said she'd be alright to move around the house" He answered quietly

Ron was sad, day by day he seemed to grow more upset, she tried her hardest to cheer him up, she really did. One time she brought him a three layered chocolate fudge cake Harry had helped  her make. she remembered being so happy and excited on her way to give it to him, she knew how Ron loved food and that it would hopefully make him smile. But when she gave it to him he just nodded thanks and put the cake down on the kitchen counter for his father to have, nowadays Ron wasn't himself.

"Come on, i'll take you to her, she's sitting in the kitchen"

He led Hermione into the kitchen where Molly sat with her arms crossed in front of her, a box of tissues sat in front of her as she clenched one tightly in her balled up fist, her face brightened and her chubby cheeks reddened as she looked up to see her.