Disclaimer: Don't own HP
A/N: Not what the title implies. Harry's thoughts the morning after Ron leaves. Not slash.
The Morning After
I woke up, my face wet with tears. What had I dreamt about? It all came rushing back; the fight; Him leaving. I looked across the room, nothing stared back. It was cold and empty. I had to get my mind off it, but even as I tried to distract myself, I felt the tears come back to my eyes.
It was too much; no one knew the pain. Losing everything, losing Him, everyone I cared about was gone or too busy; everyone except Her. she had stayed, tolerated me, my temper, my complete disregard for rules. My best friend, the one I had become fast friends with the moment we met, had left me. But she, she seemed to understand what I felt. I saw the way she looked at him. I could tell there was something more, he was just too thick to see it. Git.
The tears were running down my face by now and I abandoned my search for a distraction, and went back to bed, hoping it was all just a dream.