A little fic i wrote during 6th Form registration 5 years ago (way to make me feel old!) I hope you enjoy it, i can remember showing it to a couple of friends who loved it.
There I sit, in my room, in my house. I take another swig of firewhiskey to try and numb the pain and my memory. It doesn't work, instead of forgetting everything like I had hoped; I end up remembering every random thing about you. I should have learnt really after the first time, and the second time, and the third...
To be honest, the bottle is my only friend at the moment. Strangers who think they know me talk to me, tell me to stop. But I only listen to my friends. The memories are coming back stronger now. I remember when I use to park dads car down the road in the dark and we would talk for ages. Once we lost the keys and retraced our steps for two hours until we realised they were round the other side of the car. We both also lost something in the back seat- and then had to air out the car so no one would find out. Thank Merlin no one did! Even before we got together we would talk about the future and what we would do away for the watchful eyes of our families – especially our parents. I always wonder if we would have broken their hearts if we had run away to a faraway land together. We would have found out together. I suppose we can't now.
It was the three of us all the time, sometimes four, sometimes six and sometimes even more, but we were always together. We spent a lot of time alone – the time we were together I will treasure forever.
Remember in our free time, the time which we weren't suppose to waste on stupid games? We would listen to the radio, drink butterbeer that people had snuck in *cough*Fred and George*cough*. All the younger years looked up to us, it was brilliant sometimes. They did exactly what we said. I know it was very wrong but I don't care and I don't regret it – I was a slave to some people – mainly you.
Memories of the Ball in 7th year come back to me all the time. That worthless argument about Victor was dragged up again. I wish I hadn't have started it. We were on opposite sides of the room all night and our friends wouldn't pick sides, no matter how hard we made them try. It all stopped when the weird sisters came on and played "magic works" - our song. There was defiantly magic working at that point. Like a magnet going to the dance going to its polar opposite we met on the centre of the dance floor, wrapped or arms around each other and held on like there was no tomorrow. We swayed to the song slowly getting closer and closer with each sway even after the music had stopped. If I remember correctly Dumbledore had to pry us off each other and forced us to go to our rooms. That night, while we were dancing, I told myself, swore an oath really that I'd never let you go. And that we would be together forever.
Of course, what you say when you are 18 never lasts – we never busted out, but somehow we still managed to break their hearts. You left me to continue with your career. Four years later and empty bottles are scattered around me.
Suddenly there is a bang at the door and i get up to see what is happening. I open the door and there you are. You started talking before I had even finished opening the door.
"Everyone told me what you have been going through and what you have been doing to yourself. I am going through the same thing on the inside. The second I said goodbye, I regretted it. I love you. Please let me into your life again my love."
At that moment, the love of my life kissed me. After a passionate few minutes I replied.
"Don't you ever say those words again Ron Weasley. Never say goodbye".