What if... (Harry Potter One Shots)

Romione - Saviour

I was nowhere and everywhere. I was no-one and everyone. I was nothing and everything. Nothing existed but me, and I did not exist. How could I? She wouldn't even look at me. 

I had turned her away. Everything I did revolted her. Why wouldn't it? I had kissed her in front of the one I should have been kissing. The one I wanted to be kissing. 

"Hermione,"I mumbled. "Her...mione."

I felt a pressure against my hand and looked down to see the only girl for me holding it for dear life. 

Wonderment filled me. Perhaps I wasn't too late? Did I still have a chance?

I tried to smile but my lips wouldn't move. I tried to squeeze her hand back but my fingers refused to cooperate. I tried to blink but realised that they were glued shut. 

I began to panic. Hermione! Hermione! 

"Ron, I'm here," she murmured and like a spark, her voice calmed me down. 

Why can't I move? What happened to me?

I tried to sense where I was - sound, feel, taste, smell - but the world dropped away. I could see nothing. Feel nothing. Taste nothing. Hear nothing. Smell nothing. Everything was gone...

...except for her hand. 

The only thing left for me was her. Her presence. Her hand, holding me to her world...to her. 

In this limbo where nothing existed, I smiled. If she was near me, then everything was going to be okay. 

After all, how could it not be? She was the woman I loved. 

"Ron," she murmured my name, as though for reassurance. "Ron." 

Every time she whispered my name, the world around me seemed to grow brighter. 

"Ron. Ron."

Like a rubber band, everything popped back to how it was. I could hear the voices of people nearby murmuring lowly about gifts and poisons. I could smell the sharp sting of antiseptic. But most of all, I could feel her warm grip and the pounding pulse of her wrist. 

Hermione.

I tried to open my eyes but they seemed to be bound closed and I could only peek through my lashes. What I saw, however, took my breath away. Beautiful. She really is beautiful. And amazing, and smart. Beautifully, amazingly smart. Hermione Granger. 

My lips curled into a smile as I drifted into a sleep about beautiful angels. 

My beautiful saviour. What would I do without you?

Is that their ship name? Romione?

I feel I should know that but when I liked them together, I wasn't focused on ships, and now I'm just Dramione all the way. If you had to choose would it be Ron or Draco with Hermione? Or someone else entirely?

Anyway, hope you liked it. If not, tell me what about it you didn't like and I'll try and write something more to your liking next. 

Thanks!