I.
It was a cold winter night and everyone was snuggled tightly in their beds, well everyone besides Ronald Weasley. He was currently sitting outside his childhood home, bundled up in his warmest clothes he possessed. That included the maroon sweater his mother made him every year for Christmas.
Ron was sitting out there not because just wanted to forgo his sleep, which was far from the truth, but the reason was that he couldn't sleep. His mind just wouldn't let him for all he could think about was Harry and Hermione's engagement and how they had announced it.
The happy couple had done it during dinner that evening while Ron was happily munching on his wonderfully cooked steak. Though, a few moments later Ron found he had lost his appetite. He had congratulated the couple, shaking hands with Harry and getting the air pushed out of his lungs with Hermione, but it was all just an act.
He didn't know why he was faking it. He truly wanted to be excited for his best friends, but he simply couldn't. Their engagement made him feel the loneliness that he suppressed inside of him self. Sure, he did have a group of family and friends around him but it didn't fill the void of not having a companion, of not having somebody to love in his life. Seeing his two best friends made him feel this pain the greatest. They made the ache most obvious to his heart.
Sighing softly, Ron stood up from his spot on the bench, tired of thinking of these thoughts. He made his way back to the Burrow and went inside, hoping that sleep would come to him.
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AN: This is the begining to the story. I have no clue when I might up date next, but hopefully it will be longer. :)
-Cornycollinsshow.