My Story: The Ronald Weasley Story

Chapter 10: The Closing Note of my Memoirs

I have to say, that I did write this for a purpose. Not to just bore you with my life's tale. Perhaps I should tell you WHY I am about to do what I am about to do first.

Have you ever had the feeling that you were lied to? You were being betrayed? Have you ever just knew someone so well, you could tell their thoughts? You knew they were lying?

This chapter is dedicated to my 'Mione.

Honey, do you remember when I went to Bulgaria? I had to go there with Dad, for Ministry business? Two months ago? About a week after Ginny left Draco? I am so sorry I left you for a month. I really am. I suppose that partially I am to blame for this.

Last night, I laid beside you. For the first time ever in our marriage, you did not kiss me good-night. We did not make love. You had your back to me. You seemed very stiff. You barely talked, and when you did, your voice was raspy and choked up. Honey, I could tell something was wrong. And for the first time in my life, I felt as if you were keeping something back from me. The earlier today, Draco came over. I could see the little exchange of secritive glances. You looked at him, your eyes cold and hard. Yet his eyes were bright and almost hopeful. Part of me wanted to deny it. You? Sleep with Draco? But, I went out of the room. Before I entered, I heard you say, "Draco, I can't do it. We'll never do it again. I love Ron."

"Hermione, please? I'll die if I never at least kiss you again." I shuddered with realization. I should've knew it from the start. Possibly I did. I know you so well.

Honey, I could never live knowing that you had had an affair. With Draco. You do realize why? I love you, too much. It tears me up. I could never leave you or divorce you. That would be hell on earth. This is the best thing for me. It is almost dawn. It is hard to believe that it took all night to write this.

Please, realize that I love you more than anything. At all.

Goody-bye, honey.

Epilog: by Hermione Weasley

My Ron was found in the bathroom the morning after he wrote his life story. He killed himself. Everyone assumed it was over grief. Losing Fred, Percy, and now Ginny running off. However I have read his story, and now I and Draco know the truth. Yes, I made Draco read it. I can imagine what you all are saying. "Hermione and Draco? Have an affair?" Yes, to my sad reluctance, it is true. What can I say? Ron was out of town, and Draco seduced me. I can not blame him entirely. I was sick with worry and concern for Ron; Draco was suffering from heartbreak.. If my darling Ron can hear me, I'm sorry. I hate the fact that you killed yourself. I hate myself. I hate Draco. I hate the whole damned world. You do know I love you? More than everything and anything.

Part of me wants to kill myself. I can be with you in the afterlife. But part of me is scared to face you, as I will. I have hurt you so, that it hurts me to consider the fact I will never touch you again. I will never kiss you again. We'll never again embrace. No more late-night talks. No more you. One again, I love you. Please, forgive me.

~~Your 'Mione