#ramione

After Hermione dies, the elderly Ron read a chapter of her favorite book, Hogwarts- a History every night before going to sleep.

It was the first time he actually read it for himself, although many sections sounded familiar from the numerous he'd heard 'Mione refer it.

On the night he finished the book, he slipped in a particularly deep sleep.

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“I hardly think that knowing what the amortentia smells like for me will help your understanding of how to brew it,” snapped Hermione.

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“So, let’s have it then. What did it smell like?”

Hermione looked startled by the question, almost as startled as Ron himself felt asking it. He couldn’t quite explain why he wanted to know – only that as Hermione had faltered during class in her explanation of the amortentia, trailing off and turning faintly pink, something inside the pit of Ron’s stomach had seized up, going all twisted and tight. He wanted to know. He really wanted to know.