Needs and Wants.
Ronald and Harry.
Ronald or Harry?
Ron.
Harry.
Six years of attending Hogwarts, seven years of being the brightest witch of my age, and this very question sends my brain into overload!
With the Wizarding World's destiny in our hands, petty love games should not be a part of my life. They just shouldn't and we all know it.
That doesn't change that I'm perched on a branch of a tree, watching over my two best friends, deciding on whom my heart belongs to. That doesn't change that Ron is lying on his bed, throwing Harry looks worse than he throws the poor dinner I made last night. That also doesn't change Harry, who's eyes linger up into this very tree, when he should be trying to decode his golden snitch.
A few hours pass, Harry and I make dinner silently, exchanging a few awkward smiles.
"Time to feed the grump, yeah?" A flash of green hovers over my unamused smile while we take the meal through.
It is, very tense.
I sit in the middle of the two and stare at my plate. How on earth did we get to this?
Ron is protective of me, and more moody than ever-
"Hermione, pass me the cutlery" Asks Harry.
"Get it yourself." Replies Ron.
Nothing to report for a week, as all it was filled with was silence between us three people, that were once so close and talkative.
News about Horcruxes, yes but none have given us huge amounts of hope, or stringed us back together again.
In fact, Harry and I discovered some valuable information last night, but I'd happily trade it to have Ron back.
He left as an argument started triggered by information on the sword of Gryffindor; this burst that tiny bubble around Ron that kept his anger from erupting.
"I get it. You choose him."
The last words I've heard from Ron. Maybe the last words I will ever hear from him. Misunderstand me not, I want to hear from him again, but in the current situation - The Wizarding World's fragile destiny laid in our hands - it'll be near to impossible to find Ronald.
Harry and I have not spoken since the sentence he dared to utter last night after Ron left. The sentence that convinced me who my heart really belongs to.
Harry Potter has always been my friend, my best friend. Our platonic love has never been mistook for anything else, apart from the love stories invented by Rita Skeeter of course- a gossip-hungry journalist who enjoyed helping become Harry one of the most hated boys in Hogwarts during his fourth year at Hogwarts.
Always unconditional, almost familiar.
Until we left on this mission to defeat Voldemort.
I guess the stress shared on our shoulders lead to our, bond intertwining clumsily into something more than before.
Harry having to leave his ex-girlfriend and the only girl being well, me. It obviously did not cross my mind a week ago that Harry only really likes me as a friend and nothing more, but now that I think deeply into the difference of Harry's deep, intense stares into Ginny's eyes, to the quick secretive glances onto me, I don't know how I ever believed differently.
Harry wants a distraction from the fighting, from the searching of the Horcruxes that seem so very difficult to obtain, he thinks he needs me as more than a friend. But I won't let him believe that.
"Now that he's gone the world, is ours"
The very last sentence that Harry Potter whispered in my ear.
But my ear, my skeleton and my heart, all of me, belongs to the lost boy Ronald Weasley.