~a/n: I've been thinking about Pat and his girlfriend all week, and it's kind of bummed me out. I'm saddened enough to write a HP fic! The horror!! Not only that, but I'm referencing a country song in the beginning!! What's happening to me?? Well, here it goes. I know everyone likes the idea of Harry and Hermione, but I've always though of Ron as having fuzzy feelings for her. And here it is, my one shot HP fic. Another one for the Pat who mercifully never goes to this site.

G i v e M e S p e e d

"give me speed / how fast will it go? / can it get me over her quickly, zero to sixty / can it outrun her memory? / all I really need / is an old dirt road / and a whole lot of speed." ~Montgomery Gentry.

I don't know where I am right now. Jesus, but that new broom is fast. I was close, close to what I've wanted since they day I pretended to be happy for you, close to peace from you. But as soon as I stopped and laid my head against this cool grass, you settled back into your accustomed spot at the helm of my heart.

I don't know when exactly I started loving you, but damn it was hard to give you up. Harry has always been slightly oblivious, so he had no idea that asking me to be the best man at his goddamn wedding was like tearing my soul in half. I would have more willingly undergone the any of the Unforgivable Curses rather than see him take your hand and smile like that. I've always been a little jealous of him, but to lose you.....and it kills me, because he's so good, so sincere, so FUCKING right for you that I can't help but feel guilty for all my jealousy.

I don't deserve you. He's so good, so pure, so perfect for you, and I......I'm just all wrong. The only thing I can offer you is love, but that isn't enough to live on. I couldn't have had you even if you had chosen me, because I wouldn't be able to give you anything you need. There's nothing I can do now but stay away from you. I'm not even attempting to move on with my love life, because every girl I see now and feel a mild attraction for reminds me of you, feels like you, and I can't do that to someone. It would be such a comfort to me to be able to blame someone, but it's just my own fault.

Don't bother trying to contact me. I'm leaving for the good of both of us. It isn't safe for me to be that close to you, and it isn't fair to you if I stay. I'm sending this over with Pig--please take care of her. Never mind about the rest of my stuff--I threw out what I couldn't sell and anything left at the flat is inconsequential. I can live off the speed.

Yours in every sense of the word,

Ron Weasley