The Darker Side of Life

Chapter 11

With his heart beating fiercely inside his chest, Ron stormed off trying to find somewhere to calm his self. He felt angry at Hermione for not loving him back, no wait he was more hurt than anything. He was both hurt and angry; hurt because she didn't love him back and they would never be together, and angry at him self for confessing his love for her when he was expecting this sort of thing to happen. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut; because he couldn't go another day with out admitting his true feelings for her? He was so furious for doing this sort of thing to his self that he just wanted to disappear and run away from Hogwarts so he would never have to look at her again, because he knew that every time he looked at her from now on it would be entirely different. She would know how he felt about her, but yet she wouldn't be able to return the same feelings. His heart felt like it had been shattered into millions of pieces that were unable to be put together again. The one and only girl he had ever truly loved shattered his heart; it would be so difficult for Ron to learn to love another woman again.

He locked himself in a stall in the prefects' bathroom; thank god it was empty. Ron's emotions had built up inside of him for so long and now he was seeking release. The only thing that ever made him happy was the very thing that destroyed him; he could never be whole again. Looking at the reflection of the red-haired boy in the mirror, his eyes swelled with tears as his hand collided with the glass, shattering it into tiny bits across the floor.

"I hate you Ron Weasley!" He shouted at himself, as tears fell from his cheeks.

"Malfoy's right you know you are poor and can't afford the best of things. You hardly know how to do the simplest of charms." He cried, collapsing to floor, hugging his knees to his chest.

"It is always about Harry or Hermione. They are the ones who end up saving the world, not me. I am useless! I am ugly, poor, and useless! And now I hate Harry more than ever! He gets all the fame around here and now he even gets the girl, the girl of my dreams. He doesn't deserve any of this. Just because he survived Lord Voldemort's killing curse as a baby people have been worshiping him like he's a God or something. Now I know how Malfoy feels, and I must be pathetic now that I understand how Malfoy feels about Harry. I wish for once that I was the one getting noticed for acts of bravery or for being attractive, but that will never happen. I am just a stupid ugly kid."

The red-haired boy just sat there as tears streamed down face. He felt like his whole life had just fallen apart right in front of him and there was nothing he could do to paste it back together again. No matter what he did his life would never be the same again. He just wanted to disappear away from Hogwarts forever; he wanted to go back home. There was no way he could stay here and deal with things especially Hermione, knowing that she didn't love him back crushed him, and he didn't even want to think about Harry. Right now Harry was on Ron's last nerve, and he was going to avoid him at all costs. Every year Harry does something heroic to save the magical world from evil Lord Voldemort, and he has never gotten in trouble with Dumbledore for breaking as many school rules as he has. He was sick of perfect Hermione Granger always knowing the answers to everything and heroic Harry Potter for always saving the day, when was it going to be his time shine?

Wiping his eyes, Ron looked up to see the door to the bathroom creep open. The minute he saw the person who entered he wanted to attack them for everything. Rage immediately consumed his entire body as he glared into the green eyes.

"What are you doing here, Harry? This is for prefects only, and you're not one, so leave!" He growled deeply, his eyes burning into Harry's full of anger.

"Ron, calm down. You're starting to scare me." Harry said backing away, until his back found the cold stone wall.

"Good. I am glad I am scaring you!"

"Ron, what is the matter with you? Have you gone mad?" Harry asked quizzically.

"No, Harry, I haven't gone mad. I just realized a lot of shit." He said in a demon like voice. "I am sick of everything. I can't take it no more!"

"Let's go for a walk and you can tell me what has got you so worked up Ron!" Harry said nervously.

His back was fully against the cold stones, as his chest heaved in and out. Never before had he seen his friend act like this; it was making him nervous.

"Harry James Potter, I don't want to go for a walk with you, because I don't want to fucking talk to you!" He yelled aiming hi wand directly at Harry's face.

"Ron, please put down your wand, and we can discuss this!" Harry said.

"No, I am sick and tired of always being the one who is made fun of. You and Hermione have got what you want. She is smart and beautiful and can get any guy she wants, but she can't seem to notice that the one who wants her, the most is standing right in front of her face. And you Harry are the one who is always there trying to save the world from Voldemort. It's quite pathetic you know how everyone looks up to you." He spat.

"You know you're beginning to sound a lot like Malfoy!" Harry huffed.

"That stupid git has a point. Perfect Potter with his perfect little girlfriend always there to save the day, but no one notices the Weasel." He sneered, mocking Malfoy.

"Ron, you have lost it! I don't know what you are going on about but for starters Hermione and I are not dating." Harry said flatly.

"Oh that's right you just fucked her like she was a slut or something. You didn't respect her at all. You are just like every other guy in the world, only wanting girls for pleasure and nothing more. See that is why I am different. I want to love her and treat her like the way she deserves to be treated. I want to be able to show her how much I love her with simple gifts and words from the heart, but I can't do that, Harry." Growled Weasley. "You know why I can't do that? Because Hermione doesn't love me back, and I am just guessing at this, but she is probably in love with either you or Malfoy. Makes since to me, who wouldn't want to hook up with you or Malfoy? Even for filthy git girls seemed to be attracted to him, especially Hermione. What is wrong with me, Harry?" Ron shouted

"There is nothing the matter with you Ron. You are perfectly capable of getting a girlfriend just as much as Malfoy." Harry answered.

"Yeah well it seems that I can't have the girl I want, does it?" Ron snapped.

"Harry, I still can't believe you fucked her knowing I loved her. Some friend you are! I don't want to talk to you again you pathetic prat!" Ron shouted, before stomping out of the prefects' bathroom leaving a confused angry and hurt Harry behind.

Harry just remained slouched against the bathroom wall as he took in the events that had just occurred. Ron practically hated him for sleeping with Hermione and he couldn't help but notice a bit of jealousy which he seemed to display. Harry always thought of Ron as one of his best friends, but now what was he going to do? He needed to go and find him to make sure he wasn't about to do anything stupid.

He started running down the empty halls of Hogwarts searching for his red-haired friend. Checking the library and the Great Hall, Harry was beginning to get worried when he didn't show up. Where could he have possibly disappeared to in such a short amount of time? This was not making any sense at all. Hearing footsteps coming from behind him, Harry turned around only to be face to be face with his potions master.

"Potter, what are you doing out in the halls past hours?" He drawled menacingly.

"It's Ron sir. He has gone mad and I need to find him." Harry panted.

"Well, always looking out for your friends, Potter? Weasley will show up."

"I don't know, he is pretty upset and I need to find him, please professor." Harry began to beg.

"Potter, it is past hours and there is no reason for you lurking about even if your Weasley friend ran off some where. We have people to search for him; I will alert them at once that a student is missing." Snape hissed. "And as for you, you will serve detention with me tomorrow evening." He said flatly before striding off into the distance.

Harry who was, he didn't know what he was feeling right now, but he knew he was angry, stormed off back to the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find Ron there, but that was no such luck. He asked all of the other Gryffindors if they had seen Ron, none of them had. Tossing his robes in the floor, Harry sighed to himself as he crawled into his bed. If Ron wanted to run away and act stupid then it was his fault; Harry couldn't do nothing more about it. He had a feeling that Ron would eventually turn up anyhow, and that thought alone made Harry fall asleep a bit easier.