AN: I finally reached between my legs, grabbed my non-existent balls, and plucked up the courage to finally post something so pretty please review. I welcome all comments whether you tell me that you love the story, or that it was so painful it made your eyes melt. I wrote this after I realized that I was in love with my straight best friend.
Ron stand in the living room turned groom's room and stares in the mirror. The reflection stares back, all prime and pressed in black dress robes, ready to play the part of Harry's best man. Its red hair had been gelled back for the occasion and each strand stood neatly in place except for one lock hanging in the reflection's eyes. The blue eyes have the same broken beauty of shards of shattered glass reflecting the sunset. Tear tracks run down the reflection's freckled cheeks.
Ron's mind is pulled down memory lawn. Ron thinks back to his fourth year when he had been jealous of Harry's rapidly increasing fame and how the fear of forever remaining in the shadows, forgotten, had made him lash out at Harry. His reflection thinks back to its fourth year when it had started feeling weird… things whenever Harry was around.
It felt giddy and warm whenever the other boy was near it or touching it and whenever Harry got too close to anyone - Seamus, Neville, Hermione, Professor McGonagall, hell even Mrs. Norris – anger curled up out of its stomach and curled around his throat and squeezed. The reflection had recognized the cause of these new emotions and had lashed out at Harry to hide it. It was easy to be jealous of Ginny and Lavender and of the bond that they could have had with Harry that the reflection could not have.
Ron thinks back to how the horcrux, stress, worry for his family, and the three friends lack of a plan had caused him to leave. The reflection remembers how it had been sick and tired of Harry worrying about Ginny, not Ron, how it had been jealous of Harry always checked up on Ginny using the Marauder's Map. Harry had never checked so fanatically on Ron's health and well-being.
Ron remembers the horcrux playing on his insecurities with Hermione in order to save itself. The reflection thinks back to the weeks it had spent thinking of how alone Harry and Hermione were, how much time they spent solely in each other's company, and how Hermione was smarter and better looking than Ron was. It remembered sitting on its bed, thinking of Harry and Hermione making love, and feeling nauseous. Ron's reflection remembered how the horcrux had taunted it with its jealousy of Hermione.
Ron and his reflection relive that horrible moment, when Hagrid had shuffled out of the Forbidden Forest holding Harry's body. They can't remember Hagrid's sobs, they can't remember Voldemort's gloats, they can't remember the shock and horror spreading across the Order of the Phoenix. All Ron and his reflection can remember is the sudden vacuum that had taken the place of their heart and how they had wished that they could have told Harry how much they loved him.
"Ready to go mate?"
Ron runs a hand through his hair, tucking away the stray lock, wiping away the water on his cheeks. He turns around and smiles at the glowing groom.
"Yeah, you ready for game over?"
Harry laughed. "Just wait, it'll be your turn in a little while."
"Gotta make the fun last while I can then."
Ron's reflection watched as the two men walked outside together and, after the music started playing, walked out of sight.