This will be a multi-chaptered song fic. This is my first fanfic ever and I want to hear what you guys think about it! (Song: Hearts Collide by Sarah Solovay)
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything, even my life.
Hearts Collide
See the same thing every day,
They love to love in the dark,
Where they don't have to take a risk,
Don't have to play it smart…
I am in deep shit. You see, my dear friends, I dug my own grave when I followed Ron's steps instead of learning from his mistakes. It's a long story actually. Please bear with me while I relate how my life got so pathetic because of choosing the wrong man.
It's been a year since Ron and I broke up. Everyone (including the both of us) thought that we will have our 'happily ever after' after Harry finally brought Voldemort to his end three years ago.
It was only logical that Ron and I end up together since Harry ended up with Ginny. Ours was a forced relationship: a result of pressure and expectations to couple up. Still, Ron and I gave it a shot. We lasted for two excruciating years, trying to love each other as more than friends, trying live up to the "Couple-of-the-Golden-Trio" title given to us. But it was doomed from the start as we never get past third base. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I never let Ron Weasley fuck me which implies that I am still a goddamn stuck-up virgin, thank you very much. (What? I want to wait until marriage!)
Anyway, my dear friends, we really tried to make the relationship work (even without sex) but we know (even IF we did have sex) we were only fooling ourselves. It was only a matter of time before one of us breaks off this sham of a relationship. Much as I don't want to admit this, it was Ron who ended it but I was not surprised when he did. No, I did not even feel a single drop of bitterness when it ended.
I know he was seeing Pansy, his subordinate in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, for two months already before our first year anniversary as a couple. As the Head of the said department, he could very well schedule extended meetings abroad with Pansy, late night appointments with Pansy and one-on-one, closed-door conferences in his office with Pansy. At first, it was just a once-a-month thing. Then it turned weekly. Then, obviously, they really enjoyed shagging the hell out of each other that it came to a point of needing to see and shag each other every single day.
Yes, I knew all of these and he knew that I knew. Gods, I should have felt jealous, angry and foolish since they did not even try to hide or deny their affair from me. It should have been a slap-in-my-face but it only hurt me like a bite of a tiny ant.
Our charade continued for a year though. Ron and I still went to Weasley weekend dinners and Ministry events as a couple but as I have said, it was only a matter of time before our relationship goes down the drain. It couldn't be helped because Pansy's belly was already protruding. The bitch (and I call her this not because she seduced Ron but because she really is a bitch) got knocked up so they could not keep their affair from the public any longer.
When Ron and Pansy publicly declared their relationship, Harry, the Weasley clan, Pansy's family and the whole of wizarding England did not take it well. Everyone was disappointed and enraged. Rita Skeeter, the useless of a journalist who wrote shit about me when I was in fourth year, ironically wrote a disgusting but accurate article making me the victim in this "scandal."
Ron and Pansy's relationship was not acceptable because it was still considered an abomination, a disruption in the natural order of things. Even after the war has ended, the reputation of Slytherins and Voldemort's ex-followers remained irreparable. The public still thought ill of them, even those who switched sides before the war. Pansy was one of those 'enlightened' and chose to fight for the Light when the war broke. But, she was still socially unaccepted despite working for the Ministry.
So, Ron and Pansy chose to migrate abroad for a more peaceful life. Ron and I actually managed to salvage our friendship and believe or not, I actually approve of Pansy (given that she is still and will forever be a witch with a capital b.)
Harry and Ginny was surprised that I am taking all of this is a stride but I told them that Ron and I were never meant to be more than friends. Little by little, Ron and his relationship with his family and his friendship with Harry come to heal.
That brings us back to how I got myself into this deep shit, my friends. You see, I think I am about to turn into another "Ron" in the romance department, falling for the forbidden, fraternizing with the (former but in the eyes of the public, still an) enemy.
And oh, speaking of the devil!
"Granger, how's your bushy head today, eh?"
Here comes the ferret. And why did the room suddenly became warm and small?
I. Am. Definitely. In. Deep. Shit.
TBC.