Never Been Ron and Hermione
We didn't meet on Hogwarts Express on September 1st when we were eleven. You were not seated in a compartment with the boy who lived, and I wasn't helping a boy look for his toad Trevor, because we met on the 7th of June, in a room with forty - eight students. I was seated on the other side of the room with my girlfriends and I didn't even knew you existed.
You didn't have freckles on your cheeks or ginger hair, instead you have girlish cheek and ebony messy hair, nevertheless you had siblings. Neither do I have bushy hair nor two big front teeth like a rabbit, but I'm a know - it - all and annoying. I had never corrected you in pronunciation or helped you in your homework during that year, because never I even laid eyes on you or thought that you're in our class.
We're not in a group of three. We never spoke in whisper and thought that our teacher was about to kill your best mate or even try to sneak a dragon to the highest tower in our school. Most of all you're not afraid of spiders or even good at chess, but things began to change like the season.
We were on our last year and a troll came to our school. It headed to the washroom where I was, but then you came and saved me. From then, we became good friends, we fought and argued because of our different ideologies, but it helped us to get to know each other and get even closer. Together, we even agreed to find Horcruxes to destroy, but then you gave up and left or perhaps it was I who give up.
I wished you had the deluminator so that when you hear my voice call your name, a light would appear and you can come back, but you didn't. I had taken part in the Hogwarts Battle without you, which I thought we would fight together, hand in hand, but you have chosen another battle to face, because we were never Ron and Hermione. We are just who we are, prideful and a brat, who didn't want to take the first move to apologize or even talk to one another. Instead we just walked on each other without even looking back.
I wonder what would happen to us after nineteen years. Will we be in King Cross Station dropping red headed children and meeting our friends? or will we be surprise to see each other with different people and catch each other's eye with full of regrets? But I also wonder if we'll be able to see other again.
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