On Bended Knee

On Bended Knee

Summary: Ron and Hermione have been in love since their Fifth year, but something has gone wrong...

Ron didn't understand what happened. It was as if it came to him in a flash. He didn't understand why Hermione didn't accept the proposal. Ron was just so confused that night that he couldn't sleep. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to know why... that was the only question he had in mind. He wanted to talk to her right that very moment but he couldn't. He wanted to owl Harry but he knows Harry wouldn't know. So, he tried to get some sleep, but eventually, didn't get any....

The next day, Ron woke up at around noon. He was so tried. When he turned around to see the time, he saw the ring that he was suppose to give to Hermione and he remembered what happened that evening. He forced himself to go and find something else to do to get his mind off Hermione. So, he went to the library...

Ron was scanning some books, but his mind was elsewhere. 'Why, of all the places I could go to, does it have to be the library?' he thought to himself, angrily. He got some more books and read them and bored himself to death, until something caught his eye. 'BLOODY HELL!' he thought. Hermione just entered the library. 'Dumb Weasley! Dumb! Why did you have to go to this freaking library that you know this is where she goes to?' he thought as Hermione walked to a book shelf near him. Obviously, she didn't see him.

Ron noticed that Hermione wasn't feeling great. He wanted to ask her but then, he can't, something stopped him. So, he got some more books and got bored. He glanced at Hermione once in a while, although forced himself not to.

Then, as Ron was walking out of the library, someone called him, "Ron!" it shouted. Ron turned around to see who it was. It was Hermione. Apparently, she was also leaving the library and saw Ron.

Ron wanted to ignore her but then, he didn't. "Hi," Ron replied.

"Want to have coffee?" Hermione asked. The tone of her voice was the normal one, the one that she uses when they were still together.

"Sure," Ron answered.

They walked together to the coffee shop. As they entered, Ron remembered the smell of that coffee shop; this was the same coffee shop that they go after the library. This was the coffee shop where they would exchange their "I love you" to each other. They would always sit at same table, the table by the window that would give them the perfect view of the library. Surprisingly, they sat at the same table.

So, they ordered their usual drinks and sat at the table.

At first, there was an awkward silence. Both of them didn't know what to say to each other, they would glance at each other's eye and would look away. Then, Hermione broke the ice, "Ron, didn't you wonder why I said no?" she asked.

"Actually Hermione, I was about to ask you that question," Ron replied. "Why DID you say no? And the thing that I couldn't understand was, you wanted to say yes, I could see it in your eyes yesterday night"

Hermione sighed. She didn't want to break Ron's heart but she had to tell him the truth. "See Ron, I love you, I know you know that," Hermione started. "And I would have said yes but I couldn't..."

"What is something I did before that night?" Ron cut her off. "Was it something I said? Was my love not enough for you, Hermione?"

Tears started to well up on Hermione's eyes, "Actually Ron, it's not you, it's me..."

"It's typical of you to say that," Ron interrupted. "Everyone says that..."

"But Ron, you don't understand, I'm very sick," Hermione said, between sobs.

"You're sick alright," Ron asserted. "You're sick because you rejected the one thing that would make you happy. Or maybe you were sick of my love. That's it!"

Hermione cried even more furiously than before. "Ron, I'm sick. I have this thing called cancer in the Muggle world, and it's a very serious disease." Hermione said between her sobs.

Ron didn't know what to say. He has heard of this disease before, and he knows how serious this is. "Well, there must be a spell or something to cure that disease." Ron supposed.

"No Ron," Hermione replied calmly, "There's no spell for it. I looked it up on every spell book that I could find and there was nothing. They had nothing about Muggle diseases."

"I never thought I would say this but, we'll go to Snape and ask him if he could brew up a potion for this disease." Ron suggested.

"Ron," Hermione said, "I also tried that. He said that he is not familiar with this disease and it would take years to make a potion for it, especially that it's a Muggle disease."

Ron sighed and tears also started to well up his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I'm sorry Hermione," Ron apologized. "I didn't mean what I said to you earlier. I didn't know."

Hermione forced a smile and said, "That's okay Ron, it's my fault anyway. I should have told you immediately."

"When exactly did you know that you had this?" Ron asked between sobs.

"You remember that day when I told that I have a very important meeting and that we have to cancel our date?" Ron nodded his head. "Well, I actually went to see my family's doctor and he examined me and he said that I have this disease." Hermione explained.

"Do your parents know" Ron asked.

"To be honest, I keep this with me for a long time and this is the first time I told anyone about this," Hermione answered.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Ron questioned. "You know that we'll be here for you, we would have supported you Mione."

"I know, but I didn't want to anyone to worry about me or pity me," Hermione said.

Ron just stood there and watched the love his life. 'I didn't know' that was all he could think of.