Let go

Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to JK, none of its mine, yada, yada, yada...

Comments: My first fic! Plz review, and remember, flames keep me lovely toasty warm, so keep on flaming me peeps! Anyhoo, this is H/Hr with Ron angst, but don't get the wrong idea. I am an avid r\hr shipper, its just that I felt Ron would be more jealous of harry than harry would of ron, if one of them got the girl.no goddess HERMIONE GRANGER!!! *sigh* Anyway, read and enjoy!

Chapitre Un

A kiss. That's all it was. Incredible how something so insignificant and trivial could blow someone's heart into pieces. Watching in horror, Ron shed silent tears. He was the reluctant and delusionally frenzied spectator of his best friend snogging the..the girl he loved more than life itself. He exercised every iota of self control he possessed to keep from screaming out in anguish and suffering. An animal-like rage coursed throughout his body, in dark contrast to peace and quiet of the Hogwarts library. He had confessed to Harry in letters over the summer that he did indeed have feelings for Hermione. However, in Harry's replies the subject was never broached, and even on the Hogwarts Express, when (Hermione had gone to visit Ginny in another compartment) he had attempted to talk to Harry about it, Harry had gone (oddly) temporarily deaf and changed the subject again. Ron had been wondering for a long time at his friend's reluctance to discuss the topic and the kiss he was witnessing between Harry and Hermione had just proved to be the most crushing answer to his question: Harry fancied Hermione as well.

How could this happen to me? Ron thought incessantly to himself, backing out of the library slowly, to the surprised and embarrassed glances of Harry and Hermione. How could I fall in love with a girl and watch her fall in love with my best friend? His thoughts and pondering were ended with another dose of blind rage and self pity. Harry Potter. It all came back to him. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Harry Potter the boy with the fortune of a lifetime. Harry potter the legendary Quidditch player, prefect and aspiring head boy. Harry Potter, Dumbledore's favourite. And Harry Potter. The person that Hermione fell for, over Ron. He had everything, fame, fortune, looks, intelligence, and now, now he had..he had...Hermione. Ron thought bitterly to himself. Who am I? The truth came to him. The 6th Weasley, the unknown fool, the poor one, the one who pined over a girl who never loved him. Ron Weasley, he contemplated, a cynical smile twisting his face, Harry Potter's sidekick. He went up to the boys dormitory and threw himself into his four poster and stared up at the ceiling. But there were no tears. Oh no. He was much beyond that. His grief was too much, too much for tears to wash away. He lay there, for about an hour, thinking about how he had nothing to live for, when he heard Harry come up to the dorm.