AN:I am REALLY sorry both about the terrible writing in this chapter and the fact I haven't updated for months…
2005
Ron stared disbelievingly at Hermione's retreating back, tears were building up just under his eyes but he was in to much shock to stop their steady course down his face when they overflowed.
"I'm sorry Ron, I just don't feel it anymore."
When had this happened? Had she still felt it last week when they had spent over an hour just talking? A couple of days after that when they had been on a midnight exploration of the castle discovering 3 new rooms and having more fun dressing up in the second than they probably should have considering Ron's wig and lipstick?
Had she still felt it last night which they had spent alone together in an empty classroom?
He supposed he would never know.
He had been standing in the same spot for a long time, maybe minutes, maybe hours, what did it matter? Finally, he noticed how wet and sore his face was from the salty tears, he wiped them away, his face eyes were probably puffy now as well, not that he cared that much at that particular moment in time. He slid down the wall he was leaned against, the rough stone scraping his back through his thin black T-shirt and sat on the icy slate floor, crying hopelessly, his spine crunching painfully against the wall with each sob..
2008
Harry twisted the fingers of his left hand with his right nervously as Charlie weasley told him animatedly about a new bread of dragon.
"they think it could be useful when war finally does break out ag"….
Noticing the both melancholy and angered look on his mothers face he faltered.
"I mean, well…let's talk about something else shall we…Harry I'm sure you can tell us all about what it's like to..well..you know…be you"
Harry's vision cleared as he heard his name and blinked quickly
"eh, what?"
he had been listening to Charlie until he had seen mrs weasley's face, this family had lost 2 son's to the war, unresolved issues and hidden angst bubbled to the surface of his psyche at the thought as he had known they would tonight.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at his rude confusion
"there's the Harry we all know and love"
this simple statement almost brought a tear to Harry's eye but he just smiled, coughed and stopped fiddling with his hands.
Ginny, who had just entered the room looked at him in a strangely sideways way.
"what are you looking so stiff and uncomfortable for?"
he fiddled with his hair and half shrugged, half laughed
Ginny rolled her eyes
"go in to the living room and sit down potter, anyone would think you were at a wake."
2005
it was past ten when Harry slipped through the portrait hole and in to the Gryffindor common room, he expected to find it half full but Ron was sitting alone on the floor, head back against the front of a large arm chair.
Harry threw his bag hard in to the corner and some of the contents skittered out and across the floor.
Ron looked up in his direction at the sudden activity and noise and he glared back, eyes icy.
Ron opened his mouth, then closed it again, his face was red and blotchy, he had obviously been crying.
"what the hell have you been crying about?"
Harry's tone was as icy as his glare had been and Ron did another gold fish impression
"well?"
Harry slumped down on a nearby sofa, pulling off his mud caked shoes.
"I…why the anger?"
Ron looked genuinely confused and Harry threw down the shoes as hard as he had his bag
"It's Wednesday Ron you brainless git."
Ron carried on with his confused look and Harry, getting exasperated as well as angry, raised his voice.
"I had my try out Ron!"
Ron blinked a shocked blink, his blue eyes registering both horror and surprise.
"oh shit, Harry im sorry, Hermione dumped me, I"…
the red heads face paled to the colour of off milk as he realised what he had just said
"Hermione what?"
the other boys voice was barely more than a whisper.