CastingSoulEyes June 22, 2003 Hidden Love ~ Chapter 9 ~ Torn

Ron had been fuming for days. He refused to talk to Harry, refused to look at him. If their gazes did meet one could swear they could see sparks of anger arching between the two. The house was literally torn in silence. Fred and George worked in some of the businesses in Otter St. Catchpole, the small village they lived a little ways out from. So they had no clue of the argument or what was going on. Ginny just simply stayed out of everyone's way. She attempted with much failure to make the meals, the only thing she seemed to do right was cleaning.

Ron was sitting out back on the porch chewing on a licorice stick. He was staring out into the countryside. He was still livid over the incident. It was also bewildering him as to why on this green land would he be so mad. It was odd because even last year he had so badly wanted Harry and Ginny to get together. Secretly he knew the two would be good for one another. Secretly he wanted to be related to his best friend and only have the best wizard he approved of dating his little sister. He though Harry was good for Ginny, and Ginny good for Harry.

Maybe it had been in vain that he had lost his temper? He always did think that IF Harry got with Ginny, Harry would have told Ron. He was angered and hurt to see them kissing. He felt betrayed because it was a kiss that stated so many things and he had thought Harry was hiding his relationship with Ginny from him. That confused him the worst of all.

He was more than confused though. He was hurt over the incident. Hurt because to him, Harry was keeping secrets from him. It was not like a sort of pain you'd have if someone you LOVED were lying. No it was not that way between him and Harry. He seen Harry as a brother and also a best friend, both of which were normally pretty open with one another about what was going on.

He kicked a rock and watched it ping one of the chickens peaking the ground. He was hurt, but by more than this. He was mad at the fact his family was split up and one half putting their selves into danger. Danger though for a cause worth fighting, he himself fought the cause. He fought the cause alongside Harry and Hermione a lot. It was one of the many reasons the trio of Gryffindors was so close. It was also one of reasons why Harry should have been with Ginny.

He did not want to hear news of one or more of the members in his family dying. That was too much for even him. Hell he remembered what it was like trying to get Harry to open up after Cedric's death during their fourth year. What was the hardest though was when he had to watch Harry become effected by the death of Harry's Godfather Sirius Black. It was hell on Harry, which made Ron worry more over his own family as he got up and walked down away from the house.

Ginny sighed watching her older brother walk off. She knew he was hurting, it was expressed in his blue eyes. She admired her older brother for his courage and strength. She hoped one day to take after him, but also take after the others and yet remain who she is and not become who she isn't. She knew the argument between Ron and Harry was wearing upon the two friends. She saw the same questions in Ron's eyes that she did in Harry's. Yet neither could or would talk to her. Both ignored her as much as they could. It confused her beyond control. She was not sure what she had done wrong to get it from both sides.

She would catch Harry and Ron shooting sparking glances at one another and sigh. It hurt her, because right now everyone needed to be together. Seeing that part of the family had left and even though it had only been but a few days, a little over a week really, it had seemed like forever. Forever that the family and Harry had gathered around the table to share conversation and eat together, even if she was invisible to them all. Forever that she would watch Ron and Harry attempt to out trick the twins. Forever that her mom had yelled out the window for George or Fred to stop trying to give them boils. Forever that she heard Bill and Charlie argue with Percy over their jobs. Forever being hugged goodnight by her parents. Worse of all though was it seemed like forever since she and Harry had kissed.

She dried her hands on a towel closed the last cupboard and walked out of the kitchen, she was going to rest for a while. In fact it seemed like as of late all she did was sleep when not working, she was depressed and being swallowed by the shadows of her depression.

Harry had just walked in the front door to see Ginny slipping back upstairs. He knew she was going to go nap again. In fact he was getting worried for her as he looked to Hedwig and pondered sending a owl mail to her parents asking for advice. It worried him to see her depressed because no one else seemed to realize she was. He sat on the couch with a sigh.

Nothing seemed to be going right. Most of the Weasley's were fighting a war that seemed impossible NOT to fight, he and one of his best friends were arguing. He was pretty sure he had hurt Ginny's feelings ONCE again. IWay to go, Harry!/I He chided himself. All of it seemed over whelming, and the one person he would have gone to for advice was no longer living.

He tried to work out his problems with Sirius's death, in fact he tried to forget about the fact he tried to do one of the three unforgivable curses upon another living soul. Forget that he was linked by some Prophecy that was once predicted by his over zealous with his death Professor Trelawney. Yes he lived in the face of death and danger and yet he seemed to always come out on top, but on this he just could not make heads or tails.

He wanted to make Ron happy, but he wanted Ginny's happiness. Hell he wanted Ginny. He wanted to hold her and be with her. He wanted to kiss her soft as rose petal lips, pet her soft as silk fiery red hair, and most of all. He wanted to see her smile. He was for sure about her being depressed and going into a depression. He knew it and saw it every day. She spoke less each day she did not smile. She would hide in her room after chores and sleep or do whatever it was she did.

He stopped at the foot of the staircase, looking up and pondering going to see her. To talk to her and tell her things would be ok. That he and Ron. Ron? He turned and looked around the house, missing the sound of him and Ron's laughter. He missed the fact the two could find just about any type of trouble between the two. He missed laughing with his friend, and just sitting there talking about past encounters and who'd become and Auror first.

So he sat down back upon the couch, and pondered his thoughts. Surely things would not be this way for as long as the rest of the Weasley's were gone would it?