You know what, it does bother me.
It bothers me that he's got parents. It bothers me he's got a mum and a dad. It bothers me he has Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George. It bothers me he's got Ginny. It bothers me that he has someone ask him to do chores, while I'm asked to just sit there and feel useless. It bothers me that he's constantly surrounded by love, when I'm left alone.
It bothers me that he's never had to face Voldermort. It bothers me that he got to sit in the stands and cheer while I had to face dragons. It bothers me that he's never noticed, and people point out my scar from down the hall. It bothers me that Snape's mean to him, and hates me with a passion. It bothers me that Flitwick barely flinched at his name, but completely fell off his desk at mine.
It bothers me that he's got love hanging right in front of his eyes and doesn't realize it. It bothers me that Hermione's willing to love him with her complete and total self, and holds only friendship with me. It bothers me to see the look on his face when people ask him about me and Hermione-are we really dating? It bother's me that I've not got a girl to love like that.
It bothers me that everyone expects me to continue to fight evil for the rest of my life, while Ron's free to choose. It bothers me that everyone has such high expectations for me, and he has none. It bothers me that he'll end up happily married in the end, while I'll be alone. It bothers me that if I mess up just once, the press'll pounce on me, and make me out to be some sort of horror man, but he can mess up as much as he wants, and maybe his mum will get maybe. It bothers me he's got that mum.
Because in the long run, all of this matters. And in the long run, it does bother me.