Title: Honestly
Rated: PG
Summary: Drabble. Ron ponders his friendship with Harry.
Genre: Angst, friendship, general, etcetera etcetera
Warnings: Nothin' really.
A/N: Just a little angsty drabble I did. It isn't much really, and there are probably some typos because I can't proof read my own work for some reason. Anyway, I'd appreciate if you'd give me some feedback, even if it isn't much. If you don't, no hard feelings.
Honestly, I don't think I'm a very good friend. As I sit here and watch Harry suffer, I feel guilty. Best mates are supposed to comfort each other when the other is feeling down. Harry does that for me, but when have I ever really made him feel better? I'm pretty sure he just humors me whenever I try to cheer him up because I know I'm horrible at it. I'm not even going to bother now; there is no point. Does that make me a bad friend? Am I horrible for just sitting here watching as he broods over Dumbledore's death?
Friends know how to cheer each other up; they know just what to say. They know exactly what the other is feeling when bad things happen, and they know that they should always try to help.
I don't know.
I'm a bad friend.
This makes me wonder why Harry still considers me his best mate. I've never been anything but a nuisance to him. I've been absolutely no help on adventures, and I'm not very good company, or so I've been told via Ginny. I've betrayed him in the past, more than once. Why am I still here? Is it pity?
I wonder when Harry is going to finally give up on me? I've been waiting for it to happen since the beginning. He's lasted a lot longer than I expected him to though. It has been six years since we became friends; six pointless years of fake friendship. Harry doesn't really like me all that much; he never has. He feels sorry for me, so he pretends to be my friend.
I should break it off myself in order to preserve what's left of my dignity but…I can't seem to step away. I've tried but sometimes his acting is so good that I forget how he really feels. The way he looks at me, as if he cares, is remarkable. He seems so sincere. There are times where I think 'maybe he does like me after all'.
Those are the times that I really hate myself.
So it seems I'm destined to wait 'til he cracks and throws me away, since I can't break it off myself. It'll be painful, even though I know it is going to happen. But sometimes you can't help these things. Fate can be a nasty little blighter, even to the best of people like Harry. The poor bloke got stuck with a good heart, which got him nothin' but me for company. That'll come to an end though, probably soon, and he'll be happy.
Hermione will probably take his side, as usual, but truthfully, that doesn't bother me that much. Harry is a brother to me, but Hermione is just a girl. There are plenty of fish in the sea, right? However, you don't come across people like Harry very often. Nope, he's a keeper.
It's only a matter of time, but it's okay because I'm a bad friend anyway.
Fin
A/N: I know it is just a drabble, but please review anyhow. I'd appreciate it.