Insomnia
By: Grey Wolf
Dedicated to: To all my reviewers (Both the good and the bad)
Disclaimer: JK. Rowling is the genius behind Harry Potter. I only own my Drake-y boo (Translucent Moonlight)
Note: I am sorry for the chapter mix up thing, I loaded chapter 6 twice so I quickly wrote this one to make everything okay again. This is basically a Mirror of Chapter 6 but Ron's POV. This was written very fast as excuse spelling mistakes k?
Part 7
He's coming tomorrow. TOMORROW! I can't wait and yet I almost dread it. It is like a storm is inside of me and in full fury, like two gods battling for the possession of my soul.
I had not seen him all summer but I have sent him so many letters that I'm sure his room is flooded with them. I wonder if he finds it at all strange, that I send him more letters than normal, that I keep telling him how much I miss him and that we're all worried about him.
On the one side I want to jump up and down with joy, I feel like I'm going to burst because I am finally going to lay eyes on my Harry again. My heart is racing as if by beating faster it can bring Harry to my side quicker. I can't help but feel happy and wonderful and I'm sure I'll get no sleep at all tonight.
I look out of my window to see the stars shining outside and I fight the urge to jump up and go dance around outside under them. I feel so wonderful and light. Then reality sets in again and I turn my head back to the wall and curse those stars.
But on the other side I have a tight feeling in my chest and I can't stop shaking. I don't know why I feel this way. I love him more than anything and yet now I fear him. I don't want to ever lose him and I want to tell him, but what if I tell him and he never speaks to me again? I couldn't bare that.
I feel a tear escape my eye and run over my cheek. I reach up and wipe it away angrily. Why must I always cry? And what am I going to do? Can I really live my life only as his best friend? Or will he understand and love me back? But no, he can't and he never will. I am only a friend to him, I can never be more. Harry will never love me, I know it.
I touch my lips with my fingers, remembering the kiss I stole. I still wish he had kissed me willingly but I am glad for the kiss. It brings me so much joy when ever I think of it. I am willing to live in his shadow, just s long as I can stand by his side, even if it is just as his friend…
