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Chapter Four - The Plunge
Ron did not speak a single word to his two friends that entire day, and now the time was 4:14am and he sat alone in the Gryffindor common room. His eyes were full off tears as he sat silently in the corner, his frame leant over the a table as he wrote on the paper in front off him, the words he wrote would be his one consolation to himself, something before it all became too much, for today he would bury his friendship with Harry and Hermione forever, he knew how, he knew when and he had a rough idea of what the outcome would be, but for now he just wrote, and he couldn't help but feel like this was his suicide note. Grabbing the note, he placed it in a envelope which was marked in his own writing.
To Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and The Entire Weasley Family
Grabbing his bag, he carefully placed the envelope inside, before placing it over his shoulder and silently walking from the room leaving only the flicking fire behind him.
Ron did not return till day break, his bag now missing one certain item which he left on his travels, he didn't bother to return to the common room but instead walked into the great hall, and his eyes locked onto the figure of Albus Dumbledore and the usual questions shot into his mind; why was he doing this?, why him?. Walking down the table, he sat at the very end, closest to the old man as possible, and as he looked up again their eyes made contact, and maybe he could see the hurt inside Ron's eyes because he seemed to appear more solemn than before.
This is it Ron thought as he looked down the almost empty Gryffindor table and he knew that after today, it was unlikely he would ever be welcome to sit at it again, they would all hate him, ignore him, he would be a outcast, and what's worse but he knew he is about to hurt the one person who his heart beats for, he had always hoped she felt the same way but no he prayed she didn't, because he would shatter that heart before the end of breakfast.
"Hey Ron" a familiar voice rang out and Ron snapped out his revive to find Harry stood facing him from the other side of the table, Ron couldn't help but notice he hadn't taken a seat which meant that he was obviously wary of him.
"What" Ron snapped, and he had to move past the guilt, he had made his choice, he couldn't go back now, it had to be done, but Harry wasn't giving up
"I just wanna know what the hell is wrong with you" he said fiercely "you've been in a piss-poor mood for days and you won't tell us anything and quite frankly I'm sick off it, I think I deserve some answers!" he stormed, and Ron jumped to his feet "Oh yeah!" he shouted, heads turning in the hall which was now filling up "Harry bloody Potter, deserving of everything isn't he, well guess what, this doesn't concern you, this is about me for once and I don't want to tell you or anyone for that matter so leave me alone!" he said before beginning to storm of but as he had guessed correctly, Harry was following him.
"Ron, I am your friend, I want to help you just tell me what is wrong" he said, and the note of pleading in his voice almost defeated Ronald, who turned to look at him, but instead looked past him at Dumbledore who was looking at the situation with a grave look on his face, and Ron just turned to walk away.
Harry reached out for his friend, grabbing hold off his arm and before he knew what was happening Ron had sprung around and smashed his palm into Harry's chin, pushing him roughly away causing him to fall to the floor. The hall went silent. Ron stared down at his friend who looked up in utter shock.
"Harry!" a shrill shriek rang out, Ron turned to see Hermione running up to them, a look off shock on her pale face, she stopped short, looking into his eyes she must have saw something because she looked worried and scared.
"Ron?" she muttered, reaching out to touch him he shrugged her off before she could and took a step backwards "just leave me alone" he said, but she stepped forward, slowly she extended her hand and took his softly, Ron closed his eyes to stop the tears from flowing knowing this was it for them, this was the end, but before he could anything he felt two soft hands cup the bottom of his face, he opened his eyes to find Hermione so close to him he could smell her scent, and so much did he want to kiss her, hold her forever and forget about the mission, "The Greater Good" he told himself
"Ron, please talk to me" she begged her voice no higher than a whisper knowing that every eye in the hall was set upon them, Ron took a deep breath and took a step back becoming beyond her reach
"Just leave me alone" he muttered turning away, he wanted to her responded but he knew what he would do if she did, and he dreaded to do it, this was it, the end of the friendship and all that might have been and before he had took five steps he heard her voice "Ron" she cried, her voice breaking "I'm trying to help you" and with that Ron knew it was time, he thought back to the happy memories, he looked forward spotting Ginny in the crowd, she would see this, she had to with her own eyes, it was better this way. Relishing in the memories, he cast them from his mind, took a long deep breath and turned to Hermione and with all the anger and hatred he could muster in his voice he bellowed to the vast empty room.
"Well I didn't ask for your help you fucking interfering Mudblood!"
