"You Don't See Me" is copyright it's authors and is off of the "Josie and the Pussycats" Movie Soundtrack. I did however take liberty to change one or two words for continuity purposes. It's an absolutely beautiful song, I suggest you hear it!! Characters and Settings belong to J.K. Rowling, save the ones you don't recognize. Please Review, I enjoy the feedback.

You Don't See Me

It was nearing October. The trees outside were almost completely bare, and there was a sharp bite to the autumn wind that stung the cheeks. The smell of pumpkin pies wafted through the school, the perfect desert for an autumn dinner. The grounds of the school were almost completely deserted. Almost, that is, except for the lone red-headed boy who sat alone on the stone steps leading to the Main Entrance of the school.

This is the place where I sit,

This is the part where I love you too much.

This is as hard as it gets,

Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough.

It had been almost a month and a half since Ron had realized his feelings for Harry, and he was still struggling with them. Unsure of how to take it. I mean, after all, it WAS Harry. He had pretty much ostracized himself from the rest of the students, even Hermione. Not that she really noticed, she was busy with her classes and her almost obsessive crush on his older brother George. No, it didn't bother him that Hermione hadn't noticed him. What hurt, was that Harry had all but forgotten him completely. Most days, he hid in the shadows, and watched Harry, longing to have the happiness that He and Cho shared.

I'm here if you want me.

I'm yours, you can hold me.

I'm empty and achin',

And tumbling' and breakin'.

It wasn't like he didn't try to show Harry that he was still there. It was more or less the fact that Harry chose to ignore it. It was almost as if, with Cho around, Harry no longer needed a sidekick. Yeah, that's what he was, wasn't he? A sidekick. Every celebrity should have at least one. But, you see, the trouble with sidekicks is that they're expendable. Poor Ron had been cast aside like a broken toy, and seemingly become invisible in light of Harry's bliss. Was it too much to ask that his best friend acknowledge his existence?

Cause you don't see me,

And you don't need me,

And you don't love me,

The way I wish you would.

The way I know you could.

The happy couple walked right by him on their way to walk through the gardens, without so much as a hello. Dejected and lonely, Ron stood and made his way into the castle. Maybe he could find some sort of solace wrapped up in the blankets of his bed. If he thought hard enough, maybe he could imagine that the blanket was not just a piece of quilted cloth, but a pair of warm, strong arms, holding him safe. As of late, his day dreams have been his only friend. The world he creates is one where no one can take love away from him.

I dream a world where you understand,

That I dream a million sleepless nights.

Well, I dream of fire when you're touching my hand,

But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights.

There, in the safety of his bed, and the warmth of his blankets, (although, at the moment it was not his blanket, but Harry's arms), he thought quietly to himself. He desperately wanted to tell Harry how he felt, but he just couldn't find the strength. Every night, when Harry came to bed, he would open his mouth to speak the three words he so desperately wanted to say, but nothing would come but an almost pained squeak. He was fooling himself thinking he would ever be strong enough to tell Harry his true feelings. Was he even sure of his true feelings?

I'm speechless and faded.

It's too complicated.

Is this how the book ends,

Not even good friends?

Even his day dreams lied to him. They gave him what he wanted, something he knew deep down he could never have. In this world he created inside his head, Harry was his and his alone. No one else would take him away. Not Cho, Not anyone. He was not invisible here. This magical place was the only place he could hear the three words he longed to hear from his best friend. He could say the three words he wished he could find the strength to say…..

Cause you don't see me,

And you don't need me,

And you don't love me,

The way I wish you would………

"I love you," he whispered into the dark emptiness of the room.

The way I wish you would.

"I love you," his voice echoed back to him, but to his ears, it wasn't his voice, but Harry's. He snuggled into his blankets more. "I wish I was her," he said under his breath, only loud enough for him to make out. "Oh, how I wish I was her."

"Ron? Who are you talking to?" came an all to familiar voice. It would seem that Harry had decided to turn in early tonight, and had walked in on Ron in the midst of his little reverie. Ron's eyes shot open and met his best friends momentarily. He opened his mouth to speak, but once again words failed him. He looked reminiscent of a fish gulping for breath. "I'm beginning to worry about you Ron," :: said the object of his affection, brows furrowed. "You keep talking to yourself and people are going to think you've gone crazy." And with that, Harry retired to his bed, and Ron was left alone, again, staring at his hands.

"Maybe I have gone crazy…"

This is the place in my heart.

This is the place where I'm falling apart.

Isn't this just where we met?

And is this the last chance that I'll ever get?

"Harry?" His voice was a hoarse whisper amidst the stillness of the room.

"Yeah?" Came the quiet reply, not concerned, not friendly. Just that one cold, lonely word.

"I…. N…Nothing… Never mind. It's not important. Sweet dreams." :: and he made haste in closing his curtains and snuggling down under his blanket. He closed his eyes and released a distressed sigh. He had almost said it. He decided that , just perhaps, it was better left unsaid.

I wish I was lonely,

Instead of just only,

Crystal and see through,

And not enough to you………

"You Too, Ron." Was Harry's reply to Ron's simple wish for him. With a small sigh, Ron thought to himself, Only if they're of you. it was with this he closed his eyes to try and get some sleep. He had no misconceptions that his time of being unseen was over. He knew full well that when he awoke the next morning, he'd be just a figure of glass once more.

Cause you don't see me,

And you don't need me,

And you don't love me,

The way I wish you would………

The next sound to shatter the silence happened right after Ron had slipped into a peaceful sleep…..

They way I KNOW you could.

"I love you."