Disclaimer- Eh, not mine.
AUTHOR'S note- haha. (I'm an author, eh?) This was written in like...20 minutes. That's why it is so...eh, wierd-ish?
Line in mind- Shadows hiding deep inside, deep inside. This is what happens when Katie hates you.
Ron looked down at his hands and realized he didn't love her.
Men all over the world right now were playing piano for their lady friends. He knew they were because that's what he would have been doing...providing he had the patience to sit down and learn how to play the piano. It was Hermione's job to learn things. His was to ask her what the end result was.
He couldn't ask her now.
They would never speak again.
Shadows of night enveloped him and he wished that just this once, Hermione was there to threaten him that if he moved, he wouldn't be doing anything else. She could guarantee that. And he'd just laugh and pull her down..because he knew she wouldn't do a thing to him.
Gonna dig a coal mine
And climb deep inside.
If Ginny were there, they could pretend to be different people like they sometimes did when things went horribly, horribly wrong. Kind of like now. Ron knew what his sister didn't. He knew that to her, he was Harry. Strong and courageous with his incredible eyes and his incredible willpower. Harry had gone to fight the infamous Voldemort and noone wants to explain, and noone wants to think about it. But didn't Hermione tell him once that your needs overpower your wants? Maybe that was why Harry was always there...right behind Hermione's night shadow in his mind. And he knew Ginny knew that she was Hermione in times like this.
When you lose all of your skies and you forget where you left your loves, it's all you can do to not sit down, Lean your head against your horrid yellow and orange wall-papered room and think of where they could be...and maybe, just maybe, they're leaning against their (please don't let it be true...she wouldn't do that..she couldn't.) new love thinking about your tangled red hair and how it straightened in their fingers.
He would never have another one.
For Ron, death came in coats of many colours.
Hermione had killed herself when she ran off to find what else was there in the world besides the only guy she'd ever looked at longingly enough to get the same look back.
Ron looked down at his feet and realized he couldn't live without her.
