Fell For the Famous Ones
Rated PG 13 for violence and language
Author Notes: Angsty. Ron loses it when he finds out Hermione loves Harry and not him...sweet vengeance.
CHAPTER I
The fire crackled and snapped at the light draft coming from the open window. The light emitting from it illuminated the room and warmed the inhabitants of the Gryffindor common room.
Ron and Harry were playing chess, and as usual, Harry was losing. Finished her work, Hermione had walked over and lounged on the armchair, observing the chess game with a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Checkmate." Harry grinned triumphantly before turning to Hermione. "I told you I'd win."
Dormant, Ron quietly ordered his white bishop behind the pawn to overcome Harry's queen.
"Look again," Hermione concealed her smile behind her hand. Harry had become a bit...cocky, and she had to admit that. But he also had become quite handsome, as well from the past seven years she had known him.
"Damn it Ron, that's not fair." Harry frowned at the sudden movement.
"Yes it is," Ron said curtly, a note of impatience in his voice. Harry moved his rook a few spaces forward, which obliged reluctantly. By doing so, Ron was free to check mate Harry.
Hermione stood up and stretched her arms out. "And what were you saying about winning Harry?" Her eyes twinkled with laughter and warmth.
"Oh shut up Hermione," He gazed up to her and his eyes showed that his words meant nothing. They held a brief eye lock that caused Ron to furrow his brow at Harry.
"Well then, why don't we go up to bed now?" Ron said loudly, catching the attention of the two.
Blushing slightly, the other two nodded and started up the stairs. Ron however stopped Hermione.
"Hermione...can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure..." Curiosity sprouting from her face, she followed him to the chess table. "What is it Ron?"
"Hermione..." His eyes trailed off from her, leading to the fireplace. "Wh-What do you think of me as?" He blurted, before he could stop himself.
"P-pardon?"
"What do you see me as? I mean..." Ron awkwardly fumbled with his words, still staring at the flickering light.
"Oh Ron...you don't mean that you...and I...Harry..." Hermione's words were strangled in her throat. She began staring at the floor with deep determination.
Harry... Hermione's last word echoed in Ron's mind. It's always Harry... Sadly, Ron tilted her head up to look at her in the eyes.
Ron saw a faint flicker of surprise cross her face and felt his own expression waver with hope. Hermione closed her eyes. "Ron...I'm sorry, but..."
"It's Harry isn't it?" He replied glumly.
"I'm so sorry Ron..." Hermione looked away again.
"It's always Harry huh?"
"Ron...please don't drag Harry into this."
Ron carried on his deadly calm and soft voice. "I should have known that you'd fall for the famous ones."
"Ron! Ron..." Hermione's eyes creased with slight anxiety. "Please...may I go now?"
Ron didn't answer. Hermione couldn't see the expression on his face for it was shadowed. A few minutes later, Ron heard her flee up the stairs to her bed.
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Ron had finally edged himself to a thick armchair, resting his head painfully against it. He didn't care what time it was. Remembrances of Hermione began to occupy his throbbing mind, no matter how hard he tried to stop them from coming.
I try to breathe
Memories overtaking me
I try to face them but
The thought is too
Much to conceive
Ron reached from under his cloak and withdrew liquor. He hadn't started to drink until he found his passion for Hermione...and after viewing how she was closer to Harry...He inhaled the bottle deeply, trying to rid of the recent event that hadn't happened more than a few hours before...
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of the darkness
That my life became 'cause
Harry...
Harry had also changed to...the famous one. Despite how close Harry was with Ron, he had never spotted Ron's change...some friend.
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to
Express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Ron threw back his red mane and let the effects wash over him. He took out his wand and muttered a few words. A knife suddenly protruded from the end of the piece of wood. He examined it for a few moments, turning it slightly every now and then to let the dimming firelight glint off of it. Dark Magic. Wouldn't mum and dad be surprised?
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
So where were you
When all this I was going through
You never took the time to ask me
Just what you could do
Ron stood up; all warmth washed out from his usual laughing blue eyes. His eyes had the look of one that had lost all will to live...and love. His grip on the wand tightened.
If I cant have you Hermione...no one will...