A/N: This came from a meme on LiveJournal where you put your iPod on shuffle, and write a ficlet for the first ten songs that popped up. It can be any fandom, any pairing, whatever you want, but you only have the length of the song to write it. This drabble was done using the song "Broken" by Lifehouse.
It had never been meant to be.
Ron had been saved, like so many times before, for Hermione. Her hands are gentle in his hair and her tongue feels like warmth in his mouth. But it's not right.
He feels himself cracking with each day that passes. Looks to Harry and remembers – God, remembers – how good it had felt to just lay together in the heat of the bed. To make love beneath the Burrow's tree. To kiss that mouth and those eyelids and to be blessed with afterglow.
It had never been meant to be.
He clings to Harry and kisses him heatedly and wonders exactly how it's possible to be alive still, living without Harry in this gloomy and dark world, with Hermione in his arms. Harry's arms go around his waist like a bad habit that refuses to breath. Screw marriage, he wants to say. We belong together. I belong to you, and nobody else, and I love you, I love you, I love…
He can't. No matter how many times he loses his way, he finds his way back into Hermione's bed, where he belongs. It makes her happy to see him like this, curled close to her. So he bears all of this wrongness and pain and shoulders the responsibility of her smile. He suffers the burden of her love…
To remember how it had felt to love in return.