So this just sprung into my head while I'm having a Harry Potter marathon... Not really sure where it came from but...
Its been really fun to write! Please read and review- please don't be too harsh though. Okay, I'll stop talking now.. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer : If I owned Harry Potter there'd be way more stuff about the Marauders, way more. So - yeah - anything you recognise won't be mine._. This is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are mine!
~Prongs
Ron stalked through the common room, not needing to worry about anyone attempting to make convocation with him, they were all far to busy with Harry to even blink an eye at him. It was his Sixth Year at Hogwarts and everyone still favoured his best friend over him. He hadn't complained since Fourth Year (regardless of how much attention Harry got, he was still his best friend.) but the most attention anyone had ever paid to him was when he got the howler in Second Year and, lets face, it wasn't exactly the kind of attention he'd hoped for. Sure - he was Harry Potter's best friend, but what good did that do? He won fifty last-minute points in First Year, but Harry won sixty. Harry had ended up on the side of the cave-in leading to the Basilisk and Ginny, not him. Harry and Hermione went back in time to save Sirius and Harry fought off a hundred dementors - but Ron was unconscious in the hospital wing. Harry's name came out of the Goblet, regardless of whether he wanted to be in the Tournament or not. And even last year - Ron was nearly killed by a brain, of all things, and Hermione could have been killed by Dolohov's curse . . . but Harry ran off unscathed. Neville only ended up with a nosebleed, Luna was merely knocked unconscious and Ginny got stunned and broke her ankle. Sure, Ron was a prefect now, but Harry was captain of the Quidditch team and the seeker, Ron was only a keeper. And Smith said it: A patchy performance, kept on the team by friendship. Harry was also top of the class in potions this year, even beating Hermione, all because of that stupid book. Oh, Merlin - at least he'd finally got a girlfriend.
Crap - Lavender. How on Earth was he going to break up with her? It wasn't her he liked, wasn't her curly hair nor her deep chocolate brown eyes that hauntedhis thoughts. It wasn't her smell of old books and libraries mixed with a scent that was just pure - pure Hermione. Nope, it wasn't Lavender he had fallen for. How was he going to break up with her, though? He'd meant to make Hermione jealous, but the whole plan had backfired. She couldn't stand Lavender and hadn't spoken to him in weeks. Ron supposed that that could count as jealousy, but a fat lot of good it did him.
He sighed and stumbled towards the staircase. He slammed the dormitory door behind him and pulled off his shirt and jacket. Ron couldn't even be bothered toscrounge around on the floor for the pajamas he'd discarded that morning, much less get out of his jeans. He pulled the curtains across, threw his covers back and clambered into his bed. He lay there for a long while; his roommates stumbling in and falling asleep. Neville's snores were audible, as were the slow, lazy breaths of Dean and Seamus. Harry seemed to remain awake, but Ron didn't want to talk to him.
After what felt like hours of being alone with his thoughts, Ron finally felt the oblivion of sleep come over him, and he gladly gave in to its peaceful nothingness.
