Always Second

Disclaimer: I... DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC! J.K ROWLINGS DOES...THE LUCKY WOMAN! *sighs* Now that we're done with this, it's t-*door opens and Hermione steps in* Me - "Hermione, what are you doing here? I'm going to start the fic now." Hermione - "How could you!?" Me - How could I what?" Hermione - "Put me and Harry togather!! You know that I really fancy Ro-....ummm I mean, you know that I don't fancy no one, not one bit." Draco - "Are you sure?"*smirks* Me - "Draco, what are you doing here?...uhhh I mean, please stay."*pats seat beside myself* Draco - "Sure..." *Hermione, tired of being ignored leaves and slams the door on the way out.* Draco - "So, when do I come in this master piece?" Me - "Errr...what do you mean? You're not in it." Draco - "What!? how can you not?! Look at this face, built for playing lead roles, it is!" Me - *looks at him* Alright, maybe it's true, but you're still not going to be in this one. *sticks out tongue* Draco(appauled) - "How dare you, muggle!" Me(angry) - Take this! *pulls out my magic pencil and writes furiously on a notebook* Draco - "What the hell!?"*tranforms into a white ferret* Me(smiling) - "Now, that's better."*picks out Draco and put him on my lap and pets him*"And now, it's angsty Ron fanfic time!" Draco's thoughts - 'Mmmm...if ferrets are usually petted like this, I want to stay one....ooohhh...a little to the left...ahhhhhh...."

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Ron Weasley sits on a soft velveteen love-seat couch by himself. He is now 21 and plays keeper for his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. He stares at the happy, smiling, waving pictures that hang on the walls of his best friend's apartment. He has seen these pictures every time he comes over to visit. They were like daggers in his weak heart. All of them.

Ron's POV - *I see him standing there. I hate him. I envy him. Those bright green eyes, that un-kept hair, that famous scar. Popularity brought to him on a silver platter since the young age of one. I will always be second to him. Always. Girls adore him. Guys want to be his friend. I hate him. I am invisible when he is around. I will always be. Always. I look at my robes, worn and old. My wand, ancient and tired. I look at his things, new, the best money can buy. I envy him. Always. Hermione Granger was my secret love. He asked her to be his wife. She gladly accepted. Once again, I am shunted. Like always. My sister's heart, in ruins, likes mine. Outside, I plaster a smile. Inside, there is a deep inferno of hatred, jealousy and bitterness. Without him, I am nothing. With him, I am nothing. I drift here, semi-conscious. My lover, stolen. My life, my pride, my heart, broken. I see my future. It is not very bright. But I am certain of one thing. I am, and will always be second, second to the famous Harry Potter.*

Harry - "Ron? Ron? RON?!

Ron - "W-wha?

Harry - "Dinner is about to start. Hermie's made us dinner the muggle way...Hey, you all right?
Is there anything you want to talk about?...I know it's been hard for you..."

Ron - "Yeah, I'm fine...just fine. *sighs*

Harry - "Well, alright." *smiles sympathetically and walks into the dinning room.*

Ron - *walks over to a big window and looks up into the cerulean sky. a single crystaline tear
falls down his pale, freckled cheek.* "I miss you Ginny." *a melancholy smile spreads on
his gaunt face as he remembers his young sister's funeral and the burial. He turns away
from the window and slowly walks to the dinning room to join Harry, Hermione and their
two children*

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