A/N: Read it slowly, with the lines & paragraphs - it's much more effective ;)
I felt as though my heart had been ripped from my chest.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't breath.
Harry kissing Hermione.
How could he?
He doesn't know, I think.
He can't know - know how I feel.
He would never do that to me.
I stop making excuses for him.
Of course he bloody well knows, how could he not.
And Hermione.
There had been one tiny sliver of hope.
A chance that she might feel the same way.
But here I am.
They don't know I'm here.
Watching.
Merlin, I love her.
Her every word.
Every movement.
The way she calls me Ronald and I pretend to hate it.
The way she raises her eyebrows at me when I say the wrong thing.
The way her tears always fall at just the right moments.
I love her.
I love her.
I love her so much I want to scream it to the world.
But now I want to scream, because she's kissing someone else.
My chance is gone.
She doesn't want me.
She wants him.
She's probably always wanted him.
All along.
I want to break down and cry.
Because there's nothing left inside me.
Without her.
And I don't think I can look at the two of them again...
"Ron..." I hear her say my name. I can her hear voice clearly in my mind.
"Ron..." she says again. Merlin, I love the sound of her voice.
"Ron..."
I wake up. There she is sitting over me. Her hands in my hair.
"Are you alright, you looked like you were having a bad dream?" she asks softly.
Concerned.
"Yeah - it was terrifying," I say.
I'm shaking.
"What was it about?" she asks.
"Giant spiders," I lie.
She looks disappointed.
"I heard you say my name..." she says.
"Yeah, you and Harry were with me - I was scared for you." I lie.
I fall back asleep beside her
Hoping that this time I can dream of being the one to taste her kiss.
I drift off.
I hear her say softly: "You don't know how much I love you, Ronald Weasley,"
Before I fall asleep.