What many people wouldn't know about young Ron Weasley, was that he a heart that could capture all. All, including Mr. Potter.

It was a scorching day outside, and the sun was nestled into the surrounding mountains. All Hogwarts students were sentenced inside for the day; long enough for the heat to waver. Harry, who was boiling inside his sweater, was hunched over the Gryffindor table in the dining hall, attempting to learn a new charm. Ron slowly approached Harry, unsure of what to say. He hastily pushed the thought of rejection out of his mind as he strutted up to sit next to Potter who was feeling uneasy at such proximity. "Ugh, hello Ron." Ron inhaled deeply and slapped on his most winning smile. "Hey there Harry. Need some help?" he replied. Harry wasn't exactly knowledgable of Ron's intentions; only that he had tried once to be his partner for a ball. Ron waited patiently with eager eyes. "Ron, I have a confession to make." Harry announced. "Blimey! It better be an exciting one. Go on then Harry, what is it?" Ron said.

The next few moments were seemingly years for Ron. The words that apparated before him were as solid as metal, and it hurt just as much. "Ron, I'm in love with your sister. You know that, right? I'm sorry but lately you've been acting so - feminine - towards me. As if you're trying to.." Harry trailed off, thinking how to best place it. He didn't want to endanger their friendship. "I mean," Harry began, "I love your sister and your sister only. She's my rock and my world.." he said.

Ron sat there, pondering what to say or what to do. His heart was beyond repair, not even the simple "repairo" could do the trick. Ron, shattered, stood up and started making his way to the entrance of the hall. He turned back to lock eyes with Harry's. "You loved me all this time, right, the boy who lived?" he said finally as he slipped passed the door.