Disclaimer-I don't own this, wish i did, but i don't.
Pairings: Harry/Hermione Ron/Hermione with implied Ron/Luna
Slightly Angsty oneshot.Just a bit of drabble really, pretty short.
But, Enjoy...
It was simple, in that, knowing what had happened.
He had her, and he let it all go for a stupid one night stand. He had allowed himself to lose her. And he hated Himself for it.
He had been a complete git- and he knew that, and the countless times he'd had that screamed that him, well words worse than that, try 'fucking bastard' and 'sex hungry arsehole' when she'd found out.
He and Hermione were happy, and he'd lost her, just like 'that'. Things were going wrong, and there was no chemistry anymore. He supposed he could have dealt with the issue better, though.
And now, he'd lost her, as more than a lover, but as a best friend. And now she was with Harry, and they were in love.
Harry had always treated her better, he was the shoulder Hermione could cry on, and he was the one that kept the 'golden three' together.
And, after being such an ass to her, he couldn't really expect much less.
But it was difficult, in that, getting her back.
He had no chance, he'd put her through so much pain, and she had shed many tears, and screamed herself hoarse at him, and because of him.
There was no denying it, he, Ronald Weasley, was a complete Prick.
But he longed for their friendship again, even the fighting. Because he did love her, really.
But, in reality, there was no chance. No body would speak to him, only his family, bar Ginny. Harry could only look at him, turning away in digust. Hermione, well, no better than you would expect after such a situation.
And, Ron resigned himself to the fact that nothing would be the same again. And it was pointless in grieving, and pointless in crying, because they would simply not bring her back to him, they would not make Harry abandon her, and it would certainly not make Hermione forgive him.
And five years on, things were the same, but he had a wife, and children, whom he loved very much. But it wasn't the same, and he couldn't help but think, as he caressed his wife's long blonde hair, what it would feel like for that to be Hemione lying next to him.
But it was pointless in dreaming, pointless in imagining, because that would not bring her back.
And he expected no less, because after all, it was All his fault.
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