They loved each other.
He loved her.
She loved him.
They were perfect.
The relationship was impossible.
They couldn't do that to their friend.
They couldn't break his heart.
So they broke both of their own.
It's all for the best.
She'd said yes to the proposal.
He'd swallowed his heart.
Their wedding was coming up soon-
Five days to be exact.
Hermione didn't know if she could take it, staring at her dress.
Harry knew he couldn't take it, staring at his firewhiskey.
Ron couldn't wait, staring at his ring.
It was the Wedding Day.
Three people thought they were going to die.
One from anticipation.
Two from hopelessness.
But all three were for friends.
He knew he couldn't go. Naturally he was invited. Naturally he was the bloody best man. He knew he'd make a spectacle of himself, not to mention the bride. He knew his heart would be Avada Kedavra-ed.
So he wouldn't go.
Whispers, though no one was around.
"You alone will always have my heart. I'm sorry."
Three people unknowingly simultaneously downed a glass of firewhiskey.
Two for the sake of nerves.
One for the sake of continuation.
"Almost time for the walk, mon-amie, soon to be ma soeur-in-law!" Ginny was ecstatic.
Hermione smiled weakly.
"It will be fine."
Bitter thoughts: Everything's a lie. How can I live like this?
Peering out at the assembly, then panic.
"Where's Harry?"
Ginny shook her head, not knowing the answer.
But he's the best man!
But maybe it's better this way. Surely if he was here I'd run in to his arms and never let go. It is better this way.
As our heroine reached the altar, a silver stag appeared, stood in front of the couple, "I'm sorry I can't make it. I'm stuck in the Himalayas. I give you both my blessing."
Only she noticed his bitter and solemn undertones.
She knew him so well.
It was the Reception Time.
She didn't know if she could take much more.
He was smiling, laughing with his friends and family- now her family as well.
I can't break his heart.
For him we broke two hearts.
Anger. Sadness.
Dashing to the back of the building, out the back door.
Who knew cold bricks against a bare back could be so comforting?
Heavy breathing, the air was freezing, compressing.
Tears worth the sword that severed two hearts down-poured.
Whispers, though no one was around.
"You, alone, have my heart. I hate everyone else. Because of them, a We cannot be."
So in conclusion my friend, what have we learned today? Is it that love hurts, that doing what you want for once can make everything better, that when you love someone you should defy anything and everything to be with them?
No.
This is just a story that tells of two people that love each other, but can't bear to break a thousand other hearts that are intertwined with their situation.
Better to break two hearts than a thousand, I say.
But then again, I say that naivety is cause for so many problems.
So who knows? Maybe Ron wouldn't have been so crushed after all. Maybe he could've moved on. Maybe everyone could've moved on. Maybe everyone else didn't matter. Maybe Harry and Hermione could've had their HappilyEverAfter. Maybe if our hero and our heroine had chanced it, they could've had all they wanted.
And maybe sometimes, whispers- whispers of the past, whispers of your heart, whispers of your head- maybe sometimes they're the only things that you'll ever truly have.
But maybe Maybes are overrated.