What If?
By: PsychoHaired
A/N~ Just a little thought provoker I wrote after I saw the Butterfly Effect, which was awesome.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did, but I don't.
As I sit here alone I wonder. What would've happened if I told her . . . that I loved her.
It all started, and it all ended on the last day of school . . . right after graduation. I was with Hermione. . . she was going to study Rights in Egypt and she was leaving the next day. As for me, I was leaving for England to train as an Auror. I stood there . . . looking straight into her eyes. . . she was crying, she told me to write to her, that she would miss me. We hugged, I've never embraced someone like that, and I've never been embraced like that either. We said our goodbyes . . . I never saw her again until five years later. She told me she was married and expecting, that she had once loved me back. . . but that she thought I didn't. She was afraid to get hurt, and so was I. I was such a fool, I should've told her.
And now, alone in my room, I sit here in agonizing pain; wondering what if. . . Would that child be mine to love? Would that smile be mine to cherish every morning? Would she belong to me, instead of that jerk. . . my friend. . . my demise. . . What if?
FIN
A/N~ As you may have noticed, this is Ron thinking. Just to clear that out. . . Review please!
By: PsychoHaired
A/N~ Just a little thought provoker I wrote after I saw the Butterfly Effect, which was awesome.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did, but I don't.
As I sit here alone I wonder. What would've happened if I told her . . . that I loved her.
It all started, and it all ended on the last day of school . . . right after graduation. I was with Hermione. . . she was going to study Rights in Egypt and she was leaving the next day. As for me, I was leaving for England to train as an Auror. I stood there . . . looking straight into her eyes. . . she was crying, she told me to write to her, that she would miss me. We hugged, I've never embraced someone like that, and I've never been embraced like that either. We said our goodbyes . . . I never saw her again until five years later. She told me she was married and expecting, that she had once loved me back. . . but that she thought I didn't. She was afraid to get hurt, and so was I. I was such a fool, I should've told her.
And now, alone in my room, I sit here in agonizing pain; wondering what if. . . Would that child be mine to love? Would that smile be mine to cherish every morning? Would she belong to me, instead of that jerk. . . my friend. . . my demise. . . What if?
FIN
A/N~ As you may have noticed, this is Ron thinking. Just to clear that out. . . Review please!