Chapter 5...
"Harry, I don't know what to do. What do I say? I mean, I know she doesn't return anything I feel, I know it. This is the first time I've been away from her in a week and a half. I was with her day and night for 10 days, and being away from her tonight, I don't know if I can handle it. I hate Madame Pomfrey for making me leave. What if Malfoy goes back tonight? What if he tries hurting her again?" Ron vented to Harry as they sat in the empty Gryffindor common room.
"Ron, how do you know she doesn't feel the same, you don't know what she is feeling." Harry tried to ease his friend's pain by place a hand on his shoulder.
"That's just it, I do know what she is feeling. It's real weird Harry. You know the night Malfoy beat her up? The only reason that he didn't kill her is because I felt that she was hurting. I know what she is thinking sometimes, and I know what she is feeling. If she hurts, I feel it, physically or emotionally. Remember when her Aunt died when she was home for Christmas break and I said we should send an owl to her the day before we found out? It's because I felt her. I could feel her crying, and it hurts me just as bad as it hurts her." Ron explained as he broke down and began to cry. "I can't stand just being friends, Harry, I need to be with her. I could barely survive without her this summer. You saw me...I stopped eating, I stopped sleeping, I could barely get out of bed. This year has been torture because she's been with Malfoy and I haven't seen her. Anytime I saw her in the hall, my heart would ache and I could barely keep from crying." Harry look at Ron with an astonished look. He can feel her? Can she feel him then? Does she already know he loves her? Harry thought to himself.
"Ron, I don't understand this. If you can feel what she feels, then how DOES she feel about you?" Harry asked, perplexed.
"That's one thing I don't get from her. I know she loves me like a brother, just because she does, you know? But I could feel the way she felt for Malfoy, I could feel that she feared and adored him, both at the same time. I figure, if she had anything stronger than friendship for me, I could feel it. But I felt nothing." Ron's head fell into his hands and he sobbed quietly.
"Ron, you won't know for sure unless you ask her. I think you should tell her how you feel, that is, unless she already knows." Harry suggested.
"Already knows? But how could...? Harry, you haven't told her what I've been telling you all these years!?" Ron was confused.
"No, no. Well, you can feel her, who's to say she can't feel you too?" Harry uttered quietly. "Feel me too?! I never thought of that. Well, maybe...Alright, I'll do it. Tomorrow, when I go see her in the morning." Ron decided. He could feel the stress weighted on his heart. What if she feels nothing...I can't be without her.