A/N: I'm so sorry for being away for so long, but beta reading and cleaning are time consuming. Anyways, I promise that if you stick around, you'll enjoy this chapter and the others. There will be many more to come... :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 9: If I Were A Boy
This is my fault. There hasn't been anything I haven't shared with Ron since we became friends, and the first secret I keep, he goes off snogging that girl. It played over in my head like a broken record.
"Weasley is our king!" cried Fred. The rest of the room was chanting his name in enthusiasm. After all, he had stalled the other team's scores until the Snitch was found.
That's when I saw what everyone was so worked up about. He was snogging Lavender Brown on top of a table. My hands felt limp at my sides, my legs were glued to the floor, and for once, I was at a loss for words.
I tore my eyes away, wanting to storm out of the room and run away from it all. After I was out of the common room, I sprinted down the staircases, not caring who I was caught by or what could happen. I guess I got my priorities straight.
That made me think of Ron again. Why can't I get him out of my head? Everyone else could let go of the people they fancied, but I can't think of Ron as just a friend when want him to be more than that.
I want to hold his hand when he's down about a Quidditch mistake, laugh with him when Harry doesn't bother dragging a comb through his hair of a morning, and above all, I want to have a first kiss with him. All of those dreams had slid down the drain with my tears.
What if I was in the reverse situation? Your best friend shows no love interest for you, constantly finding something to bicker at you about for the past six years, and suddenly, someone comes onto you, wanting nothing more than to snog you. Wouldn't it come natural to snog her back?
I'm being selfish, I know, but I wanted him to myself all hours of the day even if it's for nothing more than to be my best friend. I mentally groaned, 'When did life get so complicated?'
I can't pretend that I'm better off without him anymore. Perfect timing, 'Mione, a voice in my head said. It was my own thoughts, of course, but it sounded like Ron. I don't even know if they're dating or not, and I feel like I'm telling him goodbye for the rest of my life. Guess you didn't get your priorities sorted, after all. 'S a shame, really, you'd have been great.
Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with talking to myself and having time to think. I've done it since I was a child and no one wanted to play with me because of the sorts of 'accidents' that seemed to happen around me. But I absolutely draw the line when it's Ron Weasley speaking my thoughts inside my head.
It's not like that git would understand what's going on in my head, anyways. He'll be the death of me, I swear.
A/N: My apologies for it being short, but I can give you a spoiler and say the next three chapters are set in sixth year, so you'll get your fix. Thank you for everyone who's stuck with this through my break, but I hope you do the honors and review for me.
Sunny
