You can't be indifferent to this story. After reading the eighty nine chapters of this fic, you may call yourself a Ron and Hermione die hard fan with a certificate, sealed and authentic. :D

I decided to make a drawing about it some time ago, because it's one of my favorites fics (and also of many people on fandom) and the idea had came to me naturally, as I transformed all the angst and love they both shared through the fic's plotline on this single image.

Well, I hope I made it... :D
Like all my work, it isn't perfect in all the aspects but I think I could put on it the contradictories emotions Ron and Hermione felt in The Price of Love, and I guess that the image only gets its absolute meaning for those who had read the fanfic and remember the story as well.

The feelings the story brought to me when I was reading it have came again over me, with more intensity while I was drawing. And a question was inevitable: how many people, couples had found in history, love in the middle of war times?
How many are living the same situation at this moment?
In real Wars?

In the real battle that is life now days?

Thinking of this, it´s understandable the feelings R&Hr felt on this fanfic, the fear of lose the one you love, their union to fight and to go through hard times.
Like many of us, daily.
Like R&Hr on JKR´s books.

There, where we could also see Harry and Ginny, Remus and Tonks, Bill and Fleur, Arthur and Molly, James and Lily, Snape and Lily… so many different ways to face it, to live it, to leave it.

And by the ending, "the price" you pay could never be too high if you could find it someway.

How can you see into my eyes
like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb?
Without a soul;
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold,
until you find it there and lead it back home.

(Wake me up.)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up.)
Wake me up inside.
(Save me. )
Call my name and save me from the dark.
(Wake me up. )
Bid my blood to run.
(I can't wake up. )
Before I come undone.
(Save me. )
Save me from the nothing I've become.

Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real.
Bring me to life.

Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.

All of this time
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.
I've got to open my eyes to everything.
Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul
Don't let me die here/There must be something more.
Bring me to life.

(Wake me up.)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up.)
Wake me up inside.
(Save me. )
Call my name and save me from the dark.
(Wake me up. )
Bid my blood to run.
(I can't wake up. )
Before I come undone.
(Save me. )
Save me from the nothing I've become.

Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie/There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life.
"All right, Hermione?” Harry asked, as the two of them stepped into a room that would have been an exact replica of the Gryffindor Common Room, had they not entered through a door instead of a portrait. “What are you doing?” Ron asked, when he noticed that Hermione was hunched over one of the study tables, consulting an open book, with a piece of charcoal in her hand.
“Marking the right lines,” she said, turning around and holding her left palm up in the air to reveal three black marks, two of which intersected to form a misshapen cross in the center of her hand. “We barely touched on Palmistry while I was still taking Divinations, so I wanted to make sure I knew which lines were which,” she explained. “And I figured as long as I was checking, I might as well mark them, so we wouldn’t make any mistakes.”
“What if that interferes with the spell?” Ron asked, as he approached the table she was standing at and peered down at the open book to find a Palmistry chart.
“It’s just charcoal.”
“Well, I know which lines are which,” Ron replied, taking her hand in his and brushing his thumb back and forth over the lines until they disappeared, “so we won’t be need that. Here,” he said, dropping her hand and holding his own up for her to see. “I’ll show you. This one in the center is the Line of Mentality,” he informed her, as he dragged one finger over the horizontal line running across the middle of his palm. “It represents intelligence, so yours ought to be pretty easy to spot. But it also represents our magical prowess, which is why is important for the Lànain. This one,” Ron said, placing his finger on the line that began near his wrist and stoking it upward towards his middle finger, “is the Line of Destiny. The Lines of Marriage are the hardest to spot, but I only have the one,” he informed her, pointing at the small horizontal slash just under his little finger, “so that ought to make it fairly easier for you. Let me see you’re hand again so I can find yours,” he said, grabbing her palm, flipping it over, and holding it up so he could inspect it. “Hey! You’ve got two.”
“I do not,” Hermione said defensively, yanking her hand out of his and reexamining it herself. “It’s just that one right there,” she said, pointing at the deep line under her pinky.
“And what about that one below it?” Ron asked.
OH NO! Harry thought, actually groaning out loud as he realized where this was heading. DON’T DO IT! DON’T MENTION KRUM, YOU IDIOT!
“Er... Ron...”
That’s barely even a line it’s so shallow,” Hermione shot back defensively, “and it doesn’t even come all the way around onto my palm.”
“It still counts,” Ron insisted. “I never realized you were that attached to Lockhart,” he added with a smirk.
“I wasn’t.”
“Aw, but you have a line,” Ron sniggered, “and I seem to recall a certain someone sleeping with a get well card under her pillow.”
“Oh, shut up,” Hermione groaned, as her cheeks became a lovely shade of red. “I’m never going to live that down, am I? You’re going to spend the rest of our lives teasing me about it?”
“Pretty much,” Ron replied, his bright blue eyes dancing with amusement.
“In that case I have two words for you,” Hermione replied. “Fleur Del..”
“That wasn’t my fault,” Ron said quickly, effectively cutting her off. “And I don’t have a line,” he added, holding his hand out in the air to prove it.
“You still made a prat out of yourself,” Harry chuckled.
“Thanks a lot, Harry,” Ron mumbled, his ears going slightly red.
“Well you did,” he reiterated with a smile.
“Yeah, well, I make a prat out of myself all the time, so what’s the big deal, right?”
“Not all the time,” Hermione said, taking Ron’s hand in hers and running her thumb back and forth over the thin line under his little finger.
“Hermione?” he asked, the uncertainty ringing through in his voice. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to do this now. I mean, I...er.. I don’t mind waiting and...”
“I’m sure,” she replied softly, her eyes locked on his.
“Really?”
“I’m sure that I love you,” she said, moving in a bit closer. “I’m sure that I trust you. And I’m sure that I want to do this,” she added, as she grabbed a small dagger off the table and held it out for Ron to take.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly, as he stared down at the blade in her hand.
“It will only hurt for a minute.”
“Will you... do you think you could go first?” Ron asked nervously.
“Okay,” she said weakly, looking down at Ron’s palm before glancing over at Harry, who had gone very quiet. “Will you hold the charms for us while we...um... start?” she asked.
“What?” Harry said in surprise. “Oh, yeah. I guess. If it’ll help,” he added, glancing at Ron, whose face was slowly draining of color.
“How do you want to do the last part?” Hermione asked Ron, as he reached into his pocket and handed the box containing the Lànain talismans to Harry. “One at a time, or together?”
“Together,” he replied almost instantly.
“Are you sure?” Hermione said, as she stared into his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Ron said softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about anything.
You’re not going to cry are you?” he asked, when he saw her eyes glassed over.
“I might,” she admitted.
“Aw, why do girls do that?” he complained.
“I love you,” she whispered, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “Are you ready,” she asked, holding his right palm face up in front of herself.
“Yes,” Ron responded, as Hermione opened her eyes and placed the point of the dagger against the center of his hand.
“The Line of Ability will bind you too me,” she said, as she applied more pressure and traced the Line of Mentality with the sharp edge of the knife, leaving a thin trail on blood as she went. “Fate had conspired to make you mine,” she chanted, as she repositioned the blade just under Ron’s middle finger and dragged it down the Line of Destiny. “You belong to me,” she said softly, as she cut the Line of Marriage on Ron’s hand, then released it, and cut the same three lines on her own. “Your turn,” she said, holding the knife out for Ron to take.
Seeing as how Ron’s right hand was already bleeding, as was Hermione’s left, he went to work quickly, and in just a matter of seconds their remaining hands had been pierced as well. No longer needed the knife, Ron chucked it onto the table and turned to Harry, who was staring at them both with wide eyes.
“All right there, mate?” he asked, when he saw the look of revulsion on Harry’s face.
“What? Oh yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Ron assured his friend. “Do me a favor though and open that box.”
“Oh, yeah, you’ll be needing these won’t you?” Harry asked, as he removed the lid from the wooden box in his hand and held it out to Ron.
“Thanks, mate,” Ron said, as he snatched one of the charms out of the box and placed it in the center of his left hand. “I better not touch the other one yet,” he said to Hermione, who nodded her head and retrieved the second talisman herself.
“Ready?” Ron asked, once Hermione had the charm positioned in the center of her left palm, just like he did...

...As they reached the end of the incantation there was a short burst of red light between their interlinked hands and when they pulled them apart their wounds were healed and the blood gone, leaving only the talismans.
“It must have worked,” Ron said, staring down at the spot where the slashes had been.
“There’s only one way to know for sure,” Hermione said, stepping forward as she took the talisman she was holding out of her hand and unclasped the chain it was dangling on. “If you can get this off, then we’ll know didn’t work,” she said, holding it out in the air, but making no move to put it around Ron’s neck.
“Well, go on then,” he said, giving her one of his lopsided smiles. “Make me yours. Not that I’m not already.”...

..."I thought this was the gift,” Hermione replied, running her fingers over the chain now hanging around her neck.
“Not many women would see it that way,” Ron retorted.
“Maybe that is because their ‘husband’ isn’t willing to do it in return,” she shot back, leaning into Ron and placing the charm she’d been holding around his neck.
“Well, I am now officially yours,” Ron said happily, once she pulled away from him. “Whatever will you do with me?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Well, that would be my cue to leave,” Harry chimed in before Hermione got any further. “Congratulations and all of that,” he said, grabbing his invisibility cloak off the chair he’d draped it over when he’d first entered the room and all but running for the door. “I’ll see you two later.”
“Where are you going?” Hermione asked, clearly surprised by Harry’s hasty retreat.
“To bed. Goodnight,” he said, slipping through the door before either of his friends had time to say another word.
“Was it something I said?” Hermione asked Ron, who was laughing.
“Yeah I think so,” he replied, as he slipped his arms around her waist. “Guess he didn’t want to watch me kiss the bride.”









This drawing was made with watercolors, watercolors pencils in a Canson 180gr A4 size paper. NO Photoshop.

I‘ve contacted RougueSugah and she told me that she isn’t going to write anymore in the following times because of her job and if she started to write again, she would work in an original story.
Fortunately, R&Hr shippers will always have this one from her to remember!
The story :
The Price of Love-chapter 48

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While I was working in this piece, I found this song which it could be on "The Price Of Love Soundtrack" :D . I've heard it thousand times, again like a mantra, what caused the "singular" comment from my oldest son:

"Dad, mom is listening too much Evanescence lately! Next step: depression!!"

:D Oh, how I miss the time when I could "know" people only by the kind of Music they listen to!!

The song