Chapter Three: Betrayed?

"What the fuck?" Ron asked again to the empty room. Had he really just witnessed his best mate kissing his girlfriend? A part of him didn't want to believe it, but was that really something you could pretend didn't happen? How long had it been happening? Did Ginny know? Yes, Harry and Ginny had broken up, but still. They still had that, that weird energy.

As much as Ron hated to admit it, they still had a little something going on and as weird as that was for him, he was pretty damn sure that Harry kissing Hermione jumped ahead on the weirdness meter ten fold. His stomach turned and he felt like throwing up. What had happened to him? First he, well he died, right? And now, this?

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Ron asked the empty room, "Just float around watching my best mate get it on with my girlfriend," He paused, thinking, "Ex-girlfriend." But then, were they still together? They hadn't broken up? But he was…gone so.. Would he dump her if he were still capable? Yes. Of course he would, she cheated, right?

He hovered around for a minute in between screaming and laughing here he was trying to HELP, dying for him, only to find out he'd been snogging around with his girl. He wondered how long it had been, or if they'd ever laughed, "Ha, ha, stupid Ron Weasley, just another pawn." He wondered if Ginny knew, but then she would have told him. Right?

"Did I even KNOW these people?" He asked the empty room, filling it with shrieks.

"Do you think he's…?" Harry's voice asked as Ron came down the stairs unsure of what to do with himself.

"I don't think so.. I mean, feel here," Ginny's voice replied.

"What should we do?" Hermione asked sniffling.

"Lets get him some medical attention and then, we should tell the order." Harry said in a soft voice.

Harry, Ginny, and Hermione burst through the room at that point carrying Ron's lifeless body and laying him on the sofa. Ron stared at himself in disgust. His eyes were slightly open and glassy as if made out of little marbles. The length of his body was too long for the sofa and one leg hung off the side at a cockeyed angle, on his lips was the whisper of a smile as if proud of his endeavors, Ginny kneeled beside the body and ruffled his hair in one hand a single glassy tear sliding down her cheek. As Hermione exited the room to send an owl to Lupin to tell of the bad news, Harry walked over behind Ginny and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him.

"Mum will die, she'll just die, Harry." Ginny said in a tiny voice. Harry crouched down beside her hugging her to him as she shook with silent tears.

Ron floated there, dumbfounded.

"It'll be ok," He whispered. "It'll be ok." But looking at the lifeless body, Ron wasn't convinced that it would.

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