Romione fanfic.

Fanfiction (noun) : Fanfiction is when someone takes either the story or characters (or both) of a certain piece of work, whether it be a novel, tv show, movie, etc, and create their own story based on it. 

IF YOU HAVE WATCHED OR READ HARRY POTTER, YOU WILL BE KNOWING ALL ABOUT RON AND HERMIONE, TWO OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS OF THE SERIES. THIS IS A FAN FICTION I WROTE ON RON AND HERMIONE (ROMIONE), BECAUSE I'M A ROMIONE FANATIC! I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT. :) 

After the battle of Hogwarts, though the ecstasy of defeating the most dangerous dark wizard, Voldemort, was very evident, the pressing grief of losing a loved one weighed down on everybody. Losing friends was tragic, but losing family was outright devastating. One of the families affected, among several, was the Weasley family. Needless to say, Fred and George were renowned in Hogwarts, not just for being amazing beaters in the Gryffindor quidditch team but mainly for being the most entertaining and clever pranksters (Nobody would ever forget the Umbridge episode). Everybody involuntarily felt that George was the most affected by Fred's death, which was true. Fred and George were one, inseparable, but now unfortunately separated, by death. However, there was one more person who felt the loss of Fred as deeply as George did. Ronald.
Ron was born after the twins and was the guinea pig in many of their experiments. Charlie, Bill, and Percy were scapegoats nevertheless, but since they were elder, the twins didn't have the same liberty they did with Ron. Albeit the incessant pranking, Ginny still held a soft corner in their hearts, since she was the precious little sister. So that left Ron- the victim of most of their jokes. Initially, Ron used to get agitated, but gradually even he had started to enjoy the twins' antiques. If nothing, it had only made him stronger to face the world outside, where people were waiting to bully him for his red hair, freckles, lanky stature and hand-me-down robes. Fred was the reason he was terrified of spiders, very true, but he was also part of the reason why Ron was brave enough to enter the forbidden forest in his second year, when he followed the spiders with Harry according to Hagrid's instructions. If he could survive staying with Fred and George, he could survive just about anything. Unknowingly, the twins had given him a protective shell.
Ron understood that George needed the care and affection more than he did, so he put up a brave face in front of his family. He couldn't falter in front of them, could he? He waited until everybody went to sleep each night, and once the lights were out, he clutched Fred's jumper that had been passed on to him after Fred had outgrown it, and wept bitterly. Each night he did this, and he thought nobody noticed how broken he was, but he was wrong. Hermione never failed to see that Ron was sinking deep into his sorrow with each passing day. She noticed how, whenever he smiled, the smile didn't reach his eyes, how his eyes kept moving towards Fred's empty chair at the dinner table. Ron thought he could escape everyone, but this numpty couldn't escape his girlfriend. After casting the obliviate charm on her parents, Hermione had nowhere to go. She always insisted on going back to her empty house, but Molly wouldn't have it! She said Hermione was only a child and even the brightest witch needed to be around people who loved her, especially after the emotional and physical turmoil she had been through during the battle. Hermione relented, knowing that secretly she did want to stay with them, because going back to that empty house was much too painful.
Everyday, Ron and Hermione went for a quiet walk together, sometimes got rid of garden gnomes, and Ron even tried to teach her Quidditch! If there was one thing Hermione didn't have any interest in, it was Quidditch. However, Ron seemed happy when he was flying on the broom trying to teach Hermione how to pass the quaffle through the loop, and as long as Ron could maintain this momentary happiness, Hermione had no reason to complain, so she went on with it. One night when Ron came out of his room to go to the kitchen for a glass of water, he saw Hermione sitting there reading a book, and quickly lowered his eyes. He didn't want her to look at his eyes which were red and puffy from all the sobbing. Hermione couldn't take it anymore and slowly approached him from behind and laying a hand on his shoulder, muttered, "I know, Ron''. Just like that, Ron broke down again, he held on to Hermione and she consoled him like how you would console a bawling baby. She managed to compose him somehow and took him to his room, and tucked him under the blanket. Just as she was leaving, she realised that even though he wouldn't say it, Ron needed her. So she climbed on to his bed and held him tight in her arms as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Hermione realised that she had seen Ron at his most vulnerable tonight. She knew she would do anything to make him better, to just see him smile that smile again, and just then, as if he could read her mind, Ron woke up with a start. He looked beside him to see Hermione looking up at him with anxious eyes, his face lit up into this warm, sincere smile and he went back to sleep again, holding her hand. It was as if all his troubles had disappeared by just knowing that Hermione was beside him, she was with him and life had become easier again. Ron had no nightmares that night and peacefully slept after a long long time.
On the morrow, when he woke up, he saw Hermione was gone. He rushed downstairs to find her and when he did, he pulled her away from his large family and took her towards the tree under which they sat after their stroll everyday. He looked into her eyes and whispered, "You saved me". Hermione's eyes welled up with tears and she found herself unable to reply. Ron just hugged her until she could compose herself, then Hermione broke away from the hug and said, "You don't have the emotional range of a teaspoon after all", and Ron burst out laughing. Molly looked outside her window at that exact moment to spot her son laughing again, and she knew....ALL WAS WELL.

Lessons my Hostel taught me.

Four years we spent in one room, in one building, four years we made memories as we drifted through the coridoors, moving from room to room like nomads. Four years we spent sitting on the same bed with mates, to watch a movie, or to gossip, or to cry under the blankets once the lights are out. We laughed, celebrated, resented, disdained. We entered as immature, aloof eighteen year olds, we leave as mature, responsible (upto an extent), independent twenty-two year olds. We spent those four years of our lives which sculpt an individual. We interacted with complete strangers who went on to become best friends, we also interacted with people who became foes. Knowingly, unknowingly, we changed. Apart from the homesickness and appreciation for 'Ghar ka khaana' , hostel life taught us some lasting lessons. These are few I could think of.

1. There's much more to a person than what meets the eye.

The quiet girl may be the most wild person you've ever seen. The most friendly girl may be the one wearing a mask and hiding scorn underneath. The only tricky thing was deciphering which was which.

2. There is always somebody.

When you stay at a place where multiple people reside, not all of them can be your friends; but there's this invisible bond between these people, like we are part of the same territory. And this invisible bond renders you with always having somebody to fall back on. You may have never spoken to her, but she'll still lend you a pack of Maggi at 3 AM when you're as hungry as a hungry person. (Pardon my simile).

3. Laughter is always around the corner.

Everyone has their days when things seem gloomy and there's a grey cloud hovering above your head, with a constant downpour which drenches you to the bones. Such days, all you want is to be left alone, but considering the fact that there's no isolated place in the whole building, you resign to your bed, put on your earphones and snap out of reality until you're sane again. When finally you're ready to get out of your den, you will always find someone who will lift your moods. It may be as small as sitting with a friend at the hostel entrance, gazing at the empty lane ahead, or as grand as going for a movie with your posting batch.

4. You begin to appreciate solitude.

Like we all know, Man appreciates what he has after it is taken away from him. Having company is great, but sometimes the only company you need is your own. As the daily routine starts taking a toll on you, you find yourself inclined towards disconnecting from the crowd, and surrendering to your solitary retreat. You need some time alone, and you realise that it rejuvenates you just as much as spending a day out with friends does. You learn to differentiate between loneliness and solitude as you periodically retreat to the silent abode.

5. People drift away.

The people who were best buds in first year, become 'Hi-Bye' friends by final year. The more time you spend with a person, the more you get to know them. This may work for you or against you. Many a times you find people who get closer, and the bond becomes stronger with passing time; but there are also people who get distant and move out of your orbit gradually. It is a mutual process, no bitter feelings, just that oil and water can never be miscible.

6. You learn to stand up for yourself.

From being the timid pushover, to being the rebellious fighter, you evolve. You acknowledge that there are people who are going to walk all over you, and there's only you who can save yourself. You stand up to the girl who thinks she can mock you and pass it off as a joke. You stand up for your friend who is being humiliated by a couple of baneful seniors. You become your own knight in shining armour.

Basically, I think staying away from home has it's own pros and cons. However, at the end of it, you always emerge more mature , more confident, and more grown than what you were when you first entered. From doing your own laundry, to taking care of yourself on sick days, you grow up unnoticably. It's only when you pack your bags, and see your batchmates clearing up their rooms to leave, that you realise, inspite of all the tough times, you're grateful for having experienced this emotional, adventurous ride.
Remember how you felt when the renowned TV series F.R.I.E.N.D.S got over? This feels just like the last episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Today, I leave my hostel. Today, I prepare to start living outside in an apartment, bereft of the protective cocoon that hostel provided. Today, I tie up all the memories I've made, and proceed to make new ones. Today, I end a journey that began four years ago.