Let go
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to JK, none of its mine, yada, yada, yada...
Comments: My first fic! Plz review, and remember, flames keep me lovely toasty warm, so keep on flaming me peeps! Anyhoo, this is H/Hr with Ron angst, but don't get the wrong idea. I am an avid r\hr shipper, it's just that I felt Ron would be more jealous of harry than harry would of ron, if one of them got the girl.no goddess HERMIONE GRANGER!!! *sigh* Anyway, read and enjoy! Chapter 2 is all about Ron trying to destroy Harry. Thank u to my reviewers and to everyone else, plz review, even if it is to pay me out or wantonly destroy my self esteem with flames. Come on peeps get reviewin'!
Chapitre Deux - Confrontation (don' worry, no violence.yet ()
Harry stood there in his robes, and stood facing Ron's bed for about 5 minutes until Ron could gain control of his emotions. However sorry he felt for Ron however, he couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. Hermione! He had just shared his first kiss with the most special girl in his life, the only one he ever had feelings for. Moreover, it was special to him, for he felt that Hermione loved him for who he WAS, rather than Harry Potter the rich, Harry Potter the Quidditch champion, or Harry Potter the boy who lived. The kiss brought the silly grin back to his face as he kept going over the details in his mind. How ever his ahem..fantasies were caused a minor distraction when Ron wrenched the hangings open on his bed. Harry's smile faltered at the remote, icy glare of Ron's deep blue eyes.
"Hey Ron." Harry experimented.
No answer.
"So, I um, well I guess you, well you know saw us." he reiterated.
Still a lack of comment from his friend.
"Well, I um it's just that.look Ron, I'm sorry. I know you fancy her too, but Ron, I lover her as much as you do. And well, I really don't want this to ruin our friendship. You know, like that stupid argument in fourth year. And I well.can I say something that might help you let go?" the boy offered.
Ron gave a curt nod and still kept Harry transfixed under the beam of his frosty glare.
"Well, if this makes you feel better. I think.I think.I think she loves me back," the last being said with a note of defiance as if challenging Ron to say otherwise.
At this, Ron's eyes widened, and the veil of ice in his eyes disappeared. Underneath, there was something so deeply hurt, so utterly wounded and helpless that Harry's mind took a shift in thought and he longed to say something to help his friend deal with the loss.
Ron must have sensed the shift in Harry's thoughts because he abruptly stood, walked over to Harry and looked at him eye-to-eye, virtually nose-to- nose, reminding Harry of Mr.Ollivander when he got his wand. Then in a harsh whisper;
"Wrong answer, Harry. Tell me Harry, how does it feel, backstabbing a friend, hm? Were you two already snogging when I told you about my feelings for her? And if you were, why didn't you tell me?" he sustained, his perpetual glower at Harry firmly in place despite Harry's protests that he wasn't kissing Hermione before that day.
"And here I am thinking you were my friend," he sneered, sounding oddly like Snape. "But no, the famous Mr.Potter, the boy who lived, the rich Quidditch champion has no need for friends. Dumbledore's pet, the pride of Gryffindor and the school doesn't need anyone except the girl his best friend loves, does he? No matter with backstabbing, I'll just take what's mine," he spat.
"Is that what this is about? You're jealous?!?! Come on Ron, give it up! She loves me and anything you say or do isn't going to change it. Not one bit!" Harry bellowed in rising frustration.
Unexpectedly, the icy glare dropped for a moment. It was replaced by a small, if strained smile.
"You're right Harry. She does love you." He forced through his teeth, the odd smile still plastered upon his visage.
"Thank God Ron. For a moment there I thought."
"I mean, boy who lived, Dumbledore's pet, School champion, rich Quidditch champion, tragic hero.What's there not to love? I mean I thought at least Hermione would be smart enough not to fall for the faceless celebrity you are. Guess I was wrong."
"DON'T SAY THAT RON!" Harry boomed in a voice dripping with rage.
"What's that Harry?" Ron said in a softer but infinitely more dangerous voice.
"SHE LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM! NOT AS A FACELESS CELEBRITY RON! SHE'S MY FRIEND BECAUSE OF WHO I AM! SHE ALWAYS STOOD BY ME EVEN WHEN WE IGNORED IN 3RD YEAR! IN 4TH YEAR, SHE WAS MY ONLY FRIEND BEFORE THE FIRST TASK! SHE CONSTANTLY CONFIDED IN ME THAT SHE WAS SICK OF ARGUING WITH YOU AND NEVERENDINGLY RESENTED YOU! The way that I resent ever having a friend like you" he added as an afterthought, the rage rapidly draining out of him at what he had just said.
Ron suddenly lifted Harry up by the collar of his robes and said. "Well if you resent me so much than maybe the celebrity and his wife-to-be should just leave me alone and get on with your lives. I think that's for the best. Don't you agree" He stormed out into the common room.
As soon as he walked in everyone, who had been staring at the dormitory door, immediately averted their eyes. All barring Dean and Seamus, who met Ron's gaze, and beckoned him to sit down next to them. He could understand their sympathy, as Parvati and Lavender had just dumped them for Beauxbatons boys they met while in Hogsmeade. They talked to him in low voices about how he had to handle it and eventually;
"Just Let go Ron."
The voice came from the centre of the common room where Harry stood there staring at Ron while he talked with the two other Gryffindors. He glanced up and said with an air of disinterest, "Oh. You." He than continued his conversation with Dean and Seamus.
"She likes me because of me Ron. She said she loved me because I was calm and caring and compassionate and because I looked good," he added with a blush. "She said I was cute and that she had feelings for me ever since she saw me first on the Hogwarts express," he reiterated, again with a note of challenge in his voice as he spoke.
Ron looked up with an indifferent glance and sighed. "Get it into your head fool. I don't care. I don't care what your girlfriend's been telling you about your body right? Now why don't you go to the library and fuck her and we can all get with our lives while she orgasms upon your ah. "cute" body, trying to ignore the screams." (A/N I know this is a bit crude, but remember, Ron's angry, and he is well, unafraid of crude speech.)
Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor's were shocked by Ron's insult, but even more so at Harry's answer.
"Well at least then she'll be with someone that can buy her things rather than hand me downs from umpteen generations ago." Ginny, who looked like she was about to slap Ron instead turned her hands toward Harry. Fred and George too, were staring daggers at Harry and preparing to cause him grievous bodily harm. However the two were beaten by Ron himself. He walked up to Harry, looked him straight in the eye and said, "That hurt. That really hurt Harry." He then gave Harry such a glare of revulsion and hate that the latter backed away. Ron advanced. "Any chance, ANY chance of forgiveness or acceptance has now been torn to shreds Harry. I hope you're pleased with yourself because you just lost a friend. I hate you Harry Potter. I hate you." Harry, looking at Ron as the Weasleys, all four of them stormed out of the common room, knew had just lost four friends. He also realised, looking around at the disgusted glares and glances from the other Gryffindors, that he had lost the respect of everyone else as well.
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to JK, none of its mine, yada, yada, yada...
Comments: My first fic! Plz review, and remember, flames keep me lovely toasty warm, so keep on flaming me peeps! Anyhoo, this is H/Hr with Ron angst, but don't get the wrong idea. I am an avid r\hr shipper, it's just that I felt Ron would be more jealous of harry than harry would of ron, if one of them got the girl.no goddess HERMIONE GRANGER!!! *sigh* Anyway, read and enjoy! Chapter 2 is all about Ron trying to destroy Harry. Thank u to my reviewers and to everyone else, plz review, even if it is to pay me out or wantonly destroy my self esteem with flames. Come on peeps get reviewin'!
Chapitre Deux - Confrontation (don' worry, no violence.yet ()
Harry stood there in his robes, and stood facing Ron's bed for about 5 minutes until Ron could gain control of his emotions. However sorry he felt for Ron however, he couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. Hermione! He had just shared his first kiss with the most special girl in his life, the only one he ever had feelings for. Moreover, it was special to him, for he felt that Hermione loved him for who he WAS, rather than Harry Potter the rich, Harry Potter the Quidditch champion, or Harry Potter the boy who lived. The kiss brought the silly grin back to his face as he kept going over the details in his mind. How ever his ahem..fantasies were caused a minor distraction when Ron wrenched the hangings open on his bed. Harry's smile faltered at the remote, icy glare of Ron's deep blue eyes.
"Hey Ron." Harry experimented.
No answer.
"So, I um, well I guess you, well you know saw us." he reiterated.
Still a lack of comment from his friend.
"Well, I um it's just that.look Ron, I'm sorry. I know you fancy her too, but Ron, I lover her as much as you do. And well, I really don't want this to ruin our friendship. You know, like that stupid argument in fourth year. And I well.can I say something that might help you let go?" the boy offered.
Ron gave a curt nod and still kept Harry transfixed under the beam of his frosty glare.
"Well, if this makes you feel better. I think.I think.I think she loves me back," the last being said with a note of defiance as if challenging Ron to say otherwise.
At this, Ron's eyes widened, and the veil of ice in his eyes disappeared. Underneath, there was something so deeply hurt, so utterly wounded and helpless that Harry's mind took a shift in thought and he longed to say something to help his friend deal with the loss.
Ron must have sensed the shift in Harry's thoughts because he abruptly stood, walked over to Harry and looked at him eye-to-eye, virtually nose-to- nose, reminding Harry of Mr.Ollivander when he got his wand. Then in a harsh whisper;
"Wrong answer, Harry. Tell me Harry, how does it feel, backstabbing a friend, hm? Were you two already snogging when I told you about my feelings for her? And if you were, why didn't you tell me?" he sustained, his perpetual glower at Harry firmly in place despite Harry's protests that he wasn't kissing Hermione before that day.
"And here I am thinking you were my friend," he sneered, sounding oddly like Snape. "But no, the famous Mr.Potter, the boy who lived, the rich Quidditch champion has no need for friends. Dumbledore's pet, the pride of Gryffindor and the school doesn't need anyone except the girl his best friend loves, does he? No matter with backstabbing, I'll just take what's mine," he spat.
"Is that what this is about? You're jealous?!?! Come on Ron, give it up! She loves me and anything you say or do isn't going to change it. Not one bit!" Harry bellowed in rising frustration.
Unexpectedly, the icy glare dropped for a moment. It was replaced by a small, if strained smile.
"You're right Harry. She does love you." He forced through his teeth, the odd smile still plastered upon his visage.
"Thank God Ron. For a moment there I thought."
"I mean, boy who lived, Dumbledore's pet, School champion, rich Quidditch champion, tragic hero.What's there not to love? I mean I thought at least Hermione would be smart enough not to fall for the faceless celebrity you are. Guess I was wrong."
"DON'T SAY THAT RON!" Harry boomed in a voice dripping with rage.
"What's that Harry?" Ron said in a softer but infinitely more dangerous voice.
"SHE LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM! NOT AS A FACELESS CELEBRITY RON! SHE'S MY FRIEND BECAUSE OF WHO I AM! SHE ALWAYS STOOD BY ME EVEN WHEN WE IGNORED IN 3RD YEAR! IN 4TH YEAR, SHE WAS MY ONLY FRIEND BEFORE THE FIRST TASK! SHE CONSTANTLY CONFIDED IN ME THAT SHE WAS SICK OF ARGUING WITH YOU AND NEVERENDINGLY RESENTED YOU! The way that I resent ever having a friend like you" he added as an afterthought, the rage rapidly draining out of him at what he had just said.
Ron suddenly lifted Harry up by the collar of his robes and said. "Well if you resent me so much than maybe the celebrity and his wife-to-be should just leave me alone and get on with your lives. I think that's for the best. Don't you agree" He stormed out into the common room.
As soon as he walked in everyone, who had been staring at the dormitory door, immediately averted their eyes. All barring Dean and Seamus, who met Ron's gaze, and beckoned him to sit down next to them. He could understand their sympathy, as Parvati and Lavender had just dumped them for Beauxbatons boys they met while in Hogsmeade. They talked to him in low voices about how he had to handle it and eventually;
"Just Let go Ron."
The voice came from the centre of the common room where Harry stood there staring at Ron while he talked with the two other Gryffindors. He glanced up and said with an air of disinterest, "Oh. You." He than continued his conversation with Dean and Seamus.
"She likes me because of me Ron. She said she loved me because I was calm and caring and compassionate and because I looked good," he added with a blush. "She said I was cute and that she had feelings for me ever since she saw me first on the Hogwarts express," he reiterated, again with a note of challenge in his voice as he spoke.
Ron looked up with an indifferent glance and sighed. "Get it into your head fool. I don't care. I don't care what your girlfriend's been telling you about your body right? Now why don't you go to the library and fuck her and we can all get with our lives while she orgasms upon your ah. "cute" body, trying to ignore the screams." (A/N I know this is a bit crude, but remember, Ron's angry, and he is well, unafraid of crude speech.)
Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor's were shocked by Ron's insult, but even more so at Harry's answer.
"Well at least then she'll be with someone that can buy her things rather than hand me downs from umpteen generations ago." Ginny, who looked like she was about to slap Ron instead turned her hands toward Harry. Fred and George too, were staring daggers at Harry and preparing to cause him grievous bodily harm. However the two were beaten by Ron himself. He walked up to Harry, looked him straight in the eye and said, "That hurt. That really hurt Harry." He then gave Harry such a glare of revulsion and hate that the latter backed away. Ron advanced. "Any chance, ANY chance of forgiveness or acceptance has now been torn to shreds Harry. I hope you're pleased with yourself because you just lost a friend. I hate you Harry Potter. I hate you." Harry, looking at Ron as the Weasleys, all four of them stormed out of the common room, knew had just lost four friends. He also realised, looking around at the disgusted glares and glances from the other Gryffindors, that he had lost the respect of everyone else as well.
