This fic is for the Ouran High School Host Club Challenge and Competition by msProbie as well as the Ultimate Writer Challenge by CrimsonWonder (a challenge I just started today but can already tell is going to be great). Hope you enjoy!
As he walked away from the campsite he had called home for almost 3 weeks, meaning they would have to find a new site soon, Ron already begun to wonder if he'd made the wrong choice. He'd turned his back on his best friend before, which had been one of the loneliest couple of months of his teenage years. But this time was much different. Due to the state the world was in, and the overwhelming amount of people who wanted Harry dead, it might be the last time he ever saw his best friend again.
He thought about all the memories they shared. All the adventures they had, and near death experiences too. Ron remembered all of the nights they were drowning in homework and decided to just put it out of mind and did whatever they wanted. Most of all he thought about when he was in his first year when he'd sacrificed himself on a life sized chess board for friends he'd only known for a few months. As much as he cared about the two of them he was done putting his life on the line.
A few meters away he could still hear Hermione calling after him, her voice cracking the way it always did when she was trying not to cry. He imagined tears streaming down her cheeks and her bottom lip quivering, classic Hermione crying traits. Ron had seen Hermione cry more times than he wish he had, lots of those times due to his own behavior. When he stopped hearing her footsteps behind him, when she finally gave up on trying to catch up with him, he remembered that he'd never apologized for making her cry on Halloween in first year.
He was glad that he was so far away and with his back to his two best friends so that they couldn't see that he too was trying to keep tears back. His throat burned the longer he went without letting himself cry. But he refused to let any of the tears gathering in the corner of his eyes to fall down his face, at least until he was up in his bedroom at the Burrow. Ron might never see his best friend or the girl he had loved for years ever again. He might never see her bushy brown hair and bright smile. He'd never get the chance to tell her how he really felt about her, though he had a feeling that it might be best he didn't open himself up to such rejection.
Ron apparated back to the Burrow and did his best to explain to his family what had happened, about the fight he'd had. He was clueless to the fact that Hermione spent the whole night crying her eyes out for the boy she'd never gotten the chance to tell about her feelings, and that she spent the rest of the week wallowing in a state close to depression. He didn't think that his friends would miss him like how he missed them, and imagined that they wanted nothing to do with them. Never before had he been without both Harry and Hermione, and I was so much worse than he had anticipated