And it didn't.

I can't describe how disappointed I was by this. I shouldn't have been, because this meant that I was alive. I had been struck by lightning and survived! A couple of extra years had been added to my life! Yay! Celebration!

But I was so ready at that moment. It would have been a good way to die. That's why I wasn't that happy when I woke up in the hospital wing. Don't get me wrong, I was glad that I was still alive. I loved my life, I loved Quidditch, and I loved breathing, even a Potions Class with Professor Snape seemed like a good thing that I should have appreciated more when I woke up. Damn, I felt sorry for those who are dead.

I'm not saying that I didn't before, I just… forget it, I know my brain doesn't work like a normal person's brain sometimes.

The little voice belonging to Hermione was still talking, I could hear it clearly. Please Ron, wake up… I don't want to leave before you wake up. I love you Ron, I never wanted it to end like this. I just need to study… when I'm eighteen I will be back in England, and we will be together… unless you find another girl. Oh, dear… I hope you don't. I want you to be happy when I'm gone, but I can't picture you with another girl. I love you so much… my heart is aching. Please wake up, I want to hug you and kiss you one last time…

She was leaving now? The anger shot through my body faster then the lightning had yesterday. How could she do this to me?

My negative feelings were stronger then what I really wanted. I wanted to hug her and kiss her too. I was in love with her too. Hell, she was the love of my life. No guy could be good enough for her. I didn't want her to leave. But I was so mad at her, so I decided to keep pretending to sleep.

I would regret that decision. I guess everything felt too surreal, so I didn't take it seriously. I seriously thought she wouldn't go to Beauxbatons in the end. I actually did. How silly of me.

Once again, I fell asleep. When I woke up this time, Harry was by my side. I knew this because I opened my eyes. The light in the room hurt my eyes, so I blinked a couple of times before closing them again.

He is awake!

"Ron, can you hear me?" Harry asked, with some hope in his voice. Wake up Ron!

"Stop whining about me waking up." The words came out of my mouth. Merlin, I had to stop saying things before thinking.

Huh? He is probably still dreaming. He hasn't really woken up yet.

"I am awake", I growled. I didn't mean to be such an ass towards my best friend. But what can I say? My mood in the morning is indeed not a good one.

Yeah, definitely still dreaming.

This time, I didn't yell at him. Harry didn't deserve it; it wasn't his fault that Hermione left me. My sudden realization shocked me. Was I actually thinking about how someone else felt for a change? Maybe this whole struck by lightning-thing caused my brain to be seriously damaged. I'm not saying that me caring about what people might feel if I'm mean to them is a bad thing, it's just out of character.

How am I going to tell him about Hermione?

"I already know about Hermione", I responded, as I opened my eyes again. The light hurt a little bit less now. "Can you believe that she would do this to me?"

And me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked Harry, confused by why he would say that. "You're not her boyfriend."

What?

"What?" I repeated. Harry just stared at me.

"Hermione is my friend", was all he said. And I'm secretly in love with her.

I gasped, and suddenly my head was filled with unpleasant pictures. Harry, kissing Hermione in the Gryffindor common room, and she was enjoying it. She couldn't wait to make up an excuse to leave me, and then she would hide somewhere so her secret relationship with my best friend could continue. They laughed at how stupid I was, not suspecting anything of their plan.

"Wait." I had a sudden realization. "Why would you tell me that you are secretly in love with my girlfriend… secretly in love with my girlfriend…?"

Wow, confirmed. Ron knows what I'm thinking.

I narrowed my eyes. Harry must be drunk, or just brain-damaged. Maybe he was the one hit by lightning! I considered that for a second, and I thought it was possible – until I realized that I was in the hospital bed, and Harry was right beside me. Stupid Weasel, I thought to myself.

Oh, no. He thought I was serious about thinking that I was in love with Hermione. I was just testing if you could read my thoughts!

"You weren't serious?" I asked him. I certainly hope you weren't! I couldn't help the jealousy that was bubbling inside of me. Harry obviously noticed that I wasn't happy at all with his little joke.

"Ron…" Harry's voice was insecure. I looked at him, and I could tell that he was very confused. "Are you… all right?"

"Yes I'm alright!" I responded, waving my arms in frustration. "I'm just in shock, that's all. This whole thing feels like it's not real. Did I even get hit by lightning yesterday?"

Harry's eyes widened. Yesterday? It was two days ago.

I was about to say something, then I realized that his lips hadn't moved when he said it.

I know this is a small chance, but… can you hear me, Ron?

"Yes", I breathed. Confusion was starting to grow inside of me. Now I was starting to get really frightened. Did I hear voices in my head? What was going on?

"Ron…" Harry's voice was filled with worry. "Can you hear what I'm thinking?"

I bit my lower lip with my front teeth. I was anxious now. How the hell did I ever get sorted into Gryffindor? Oh, yeah, because my brothers were all there. Silly Sorting Hat, it should have known that bravery and idiocracy – yes that word is probably made up but it sounds pretty so let me continue please – doesn't always run in the family.

Who am I kidding? I'm an idiot just like the rest of my family.

Ron, if you can hear what I'm thinking… give me a sign.

"What sign?" I asked Harry instantly. Then I realized that I just gave him one. Harry laughed a little, but I could tell that he wasn't happy at all.

Now he can hear all of my thoughts…

Then Harry started thinking about the things he didn't want me to find out – he couldn't help it. But I completely freaked out when I saw things I really didn't want to see. For example, his dreams of kissing my little sister in a corridor – and how these dreams turned into nightmares of me yelling at him for making out with my sister. He deserved that nightmare.

"I would like to make that nightmare come true", was all I said, and shot him an angry glance. I was half-joking, and half-serious. My best friend is having dreams about kissing my little sister… Disgusting, was the only word I could find to describe it.

Well, it was better then her dating Dean Thomas, I could admit that… but it's still my sister he is having dreams about! Is he in love with her or just… I decided to leave my thoughts there.

"Look, I don't care", was all I said to Harry, who was looking very embarrassed and nervous. "Go ahead and… have those dreams…" Merlin, this conversation is awkward. I wasn't sure if the thought belonged to me or Harry, possibly both of us. "If you have dreams about kissing my sister in an empty corridor then I can't really stop you. But don't think about the dreams when I'm around so I don't have to throw up. And if you want to date my little sister…" I tried to accept that thought. It didn't go very well. "Then you do that… you're my best mate, you would be better for her then these other stupid guys she has been going out with. But if you hurt her then I will make sure to make your nightmares come true."

I hoped that I hadn't scared him too much. I probably had. Now that I think about it, it would be a good thing if I had succeeded to scare him, because then he wouldn't hurt my sister.

Harry refused to look at me. Well, I couldn't really blame him; this conversation was probably one of the worst ones I have ever had. But I could hear what he was thinking. He knew I could hear him, so he wasn't sure what he was supposed to think. As soon as he started a sentence, he tried to block it with facts about random wizards and witches, but one thing he thought I could hear very clearly.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't like me.

"Want to bet?" I laughed at his stupid thought. Of course my little sister liked him – we all knew that. It was obvious. Didn't he remember anything that had happened in the last couple of years?

"Tell you what", I said to him. "I'll read her thoughts at lunch, and then we will see who's right."

I didn't really approve of this – the whole my-best-friend-dating-my-sister-idea – but I tried to convince myself that Harry was better for her than Dean was. Besides, Harry was my best friend; I should help him if he had a crush on someone. Even if it was my sister… I grinned at the images from Harry's nightmares. Merlin, I'm a horrible person. Well, only because I wanted to protect my sister from bad guys – just like Ginny wanted to protect me from bad girls. I remembered how much she disliked Lavender. Well, no one can blame her for that; my relationship with Lavender wasn't really… I couldn't find a proper word to describe it.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't pay attention to Harry's – thanks to my lucky stars for that, who knows what perverted thoughts he was having about my sister while I was lost in thought – then I remembered Hermione.

It felt like someone had stabbed my heart with a rusty knife. Hermione…

"Let's go and eat lunch", I suggested, trying not to think about my girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend, possibly, since I wouldn't see her again for at least two years. My heart ached as I got out of bed. My legs felt unstable, understandable since I hadn't walked for days. Besides – I got hit by lightning and could suddenly read other people's thoughts, so the shock probably made it worse.

When we entered the Great Hall, the noise was unbelievable. Why did everyone have to be so smart and be paying so much attention to everything that was around them? Why couldn't their thoughts be quiet? (I would regret that thought later…)

Then I saw Malfoy and his mother.

He had a very cynical look on his face, very unhappy with everything around him as usual. I could hear that he didn't think nice things about the people around him. Filthy mudbloods was the first two words I heard from him. Then there was a short break. There was something weird about his thoughts. When I tried to read them more closely, I just heard a weird buzzing noise.

His mother, on the other hand…

Narcissa Malfoy was her name, if I had been correctly informed. I wondered why she was here, and tried to read her thoughts. But I couldn't. She was quiet, not a single word coming out of her head. I kept trying, but it was almost like a wall between us.

I took a few steps closer towards her. I could see her face more clearly now. She had long, blonde hair, just like Malfoy. Her facial expression was fairly similar to his, except that it wasn't as ugly maybe – but that was surely only because I hated Malfoy, and I didn't know her very well. I kept listening, but no words. What was wrong with me? Why could I read everyone else's thoughts, but not hers?

"Ron?"

I heard Harry's worried voice again, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I was busy trying to figure out why I couldn't hear Mrs Malfoy's thoughts. I could hear her talking to Malfoy.

"I remember Hogwarts", she said nostalgically. I was surprised by this. How silly of me to think that the Malfoys didn't have normal conversations. But I guess it was her voice that surprised me the most. When she wasn't saying bad things her voice wasn't that horrible. "It's still the same as it was years ago. The ghost of the Bloody Baron is still around, isn't he? I remember being so afraid of him. But then I…"

I decided to leave the mystery about why I couldn't read her thoughts to later. Lunch was waiting for me. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten for about two days.

No reviews? D: Come on, my English can't be THAT awful… there could be some grammatical errors though.