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Summary: Depression, and a warning
Men Don't Cry
The forest. He couldn't keep himself from running there between classes and right after classes were over every night. Hermione had told him she wanted to talk to him three times now, but he had told her he'd be busy. And he would. He'd be gone. Somewhere that no one would think to look for him.
The screeching of a banshee far in the distance echoed in his ears, his eyes clung to the stars, Hermione painted across the darkness. He tried mentally filling her in with plain features and bushy hair, but couldn't do it.
He could feel the wet heat on his cheeks before he new he new that he was crying.
'Damnit, damnit! Men don't cry,' He thought to himself angrily. He never cried anymore, not since he had turned nine and Fred and George went to Hogwarts and they told him that when he grew up and stopped acting like a little kid that he could go too. Only Hermione could make him this mad. He dozed off resting his head against a tree in a spot he had found two nights before.
Hermione danced into his dream with some face less guy. She looked happy.
He heard the sob but somehow couldn't connect it to himself. It seemed far away, just as everything else in his life was. He felt like he was sitting watching someone else's life play out in front of him, like he was reading a novel.
'Except, novels have happy endings,' Ron thought grimly. He was letting the image come back when he was shaken.
"Ron? That you?" Came a gruff voice. He opened his eyes. "What ya think yer doin' 'ere?" Hagrid asked in a furious manner.
"Sleeping," Ron muttered plainly.
"Not in 'ere yer not," Hagrid said pulling him up off the ground by one massive arm.
"Why shouldn't I?" Ron asked stubbornly.
"I'm not s'posed to tell yer this," Hagrid said lowering his voice as if a professor would pop out form behind the bushes. "But there's been sightin's of some dark critters in 'ere," Hagrid said seriously.
"That's not exactly a secret Hagrid," Ron said boredly as he was pulled out of the forest and towards the castle.
"Not them regular ones we've 'ad for years, but darker ones. Ones that 'aven't been in these parts fer years," Hagrid whispered.
"I've been going there four and five times a day since three days ago, and haven't seen any," Ron pointed out.
"Well, maybe yer 'aven't been lookin' or maybe yer lucky, but there, in there. And yer not goin' back, ya hear?" Ron rolled his eyes but nodded, mostly just so Hagrid would leave him alone.
'I'll only go back if I HAVE to," Ron said mentally to himself, walking into the Gryffindor common room.
"Alright, what did you do to Hermione?" Harry asked once he got inside. Ron scowled at him.
"Why do you automatically think its me?" He asked. Harry gave him an Isn't-It-Obvious? Look.
"You should be asking HER what she did to ME," Ron said angrily.
"What did she do to you," Harry asked pulling him onto a couch by the fire. He, Harry and Ginny were the only ones still up and for a second he let himself wonder what Harry and Ginny had been doing before he came but put the thought out of his mind as he said:
"She ripped my fucking heart out and threw it in the fire." Harry and Ginny exchanged glances.
"She told me to wait, that she wanted to go out with me, be my girlfriend, but that the timing wasn't right, so I waited. Now she's going out with someone else, she won't tell me who," Ron elaborated. Ginny and Harry exchanged glances.
"I'm going to bed," Ron muttered getting up and leaving, ignoring Harry and Ginny's questions.
A letter lay on his bed.
Ron,
I'm sorry about what's happened. It's not really what you think. I want to talk to you about it, but you keep disappearing. Give me a chance to explain-
Ron put the letter down crumpled it up and threw it into the trashcan, in the corner. The hot wetness was on his cheeks again.
Men don't cry.
Summary: Depression, and a warning
Men Don't Cry
The forest. He couldn't keep himself from running there between classes and right after classes were over every night. Hermione had told him she wanted to talk to him three times now, but he had told her he'd be busy. And he would. He'd be gone. Somewhere that no one would think to look for him.
The screeching of a banshee far in the distance echoed in his ears, his eyes clung to the stars, Hermione painted across the darkness. He tried mentally filling her in with plain features and bushy hair, but couldn't do it.
He could feel the wet heat on his cheeks before he new he new that he was crying.
'Damnit, damnit! Men don't cry,' He thought to himself angrily. He never cried anymore, not since he had turned nine and Fred and George went to Hogwarts and they told him that when he grew up and stopped acting like a little kid that he could go too. Only Hermione could make him this mad. He dozed off resting his head against a tree in a spot he had found two nights before.
Hermione danced into his dream with some face less guy. She looked happy.
He heard the sob but somehow couldn't connect it to himself. It seemed far away, just as everything else in his life was. He felt like he was sitting watching someone else's life play out in front of him, like he was reading a novel.
'Except, novels have happy endings,' Ron thought grimly. He was letting the image come back when he was shaken.
"Ron? That you?" Came a gruff voice. He opened his eyes. "What ya think yer doin' 'ere?" Hagrid asked in a furious manner.
"Sleeping," Ron muttered plainly.
"Not in 'ere yer not," Hagrid said pulling him up off the ground by one massive arm.
"Why shouldn't I?" Ron asked stubbornly.
"I'm not s'posed to tell yer this," Hagrid said lowering his voice as if a professor would pop out form behind the bushes. "But there's been sightin's of some dark critters in 'ere," Hagrid said seriously.
"That's not exactly a secret Hagrid," Ron said boredly as he was pulled out of the forest and towards the castle.
"Not them regular ones we've 'ad for years, but darker ones. Ones that 'aven't been in these parts fer years," Hagrid whispered.
"I've been going there four and five times a day since three days ago, and haven't seen any," Ron pointed out.
"Well, maybe yer 'aven't been lookin' or maybe yer lucky, but there, in there. And yer not goin' back, ya hear?" Ron rolled his eyes but nodded, mostly just so Hagrid would leave him alone.
'I'll only go back if I HAVE to," Ron said mentally to himself, walking into the Gryffindor common room.
"Alright, what did you do to Hermione?" Harry asked once he got inside. Ron scowled at him.
"Why do you automatically think its me?" He asked. Harry gave him an Isn't-It-Obvious? Look.
"You should be asking HER what she did to ME," Ron said angrily.
"What did she do to you," Harry asked pulling him onto a couch by the fire. He, Harry and Ginny were the only ones still up and for a second he let himself wonder what Harry and Ginny had been doing before he came but put the thought out of his mind as he said:
"She ripped my fucking heart out and threw it in the fire." Harry and Ginny exchanged glances.
"She told me to wait, that she wanted to go out with me, be my girlfriend, but that the timing wasn't right, so I waited. Now she's going out with someone else, she won't tell me who," Ron elaborated. Ginny and Harry exchanged glances.
"I'm going to bed," Ron muttered getting up and leaving, ignoring Harry and Ginny's questions.
A letter lay on his bed.
Ron,
I'm sorry about what's happened. It's not really what you think. I want to talk to you about it, but you keep disappearing. Give me a chance to explain-
Ron put the letter down crumpled it up and threw it into the trashcan, in the corner. The hot wetness was on his cheeks again.
Men don't cry.
