Disclaimer : I own nothing that has anything to do with Harry Potter, thank you for your time - that is all.

A/N : I'd like to explain this fic a bit. You see, Hermione has disapeared and no one has seen her since the end of fifth year. No one knows what happend to her and Ron has taken her disappearence very hard. He's made up a world in his mind, a world where he and Hermione are happy together, and Harry and Ginny are still alright.

But, infact, in the real world Harry is not okay, Ginny is scared out of her mind, and Hermione is not there with him.

Harry and Ginny have to take care of Ron because he doesn't speak and his mind is in his own world. He's kind of like an empty body.

Trapped In My Own World

Chapter Three

Present Time

He and Hermione sat on the over stuffed sofa in the Gryffindor common room staring into the fire. Hermione was in his arms, resting her head against his chest. She was smiling and it made him smile. The common room was empty aside from Harry and Ginny, who were both sitting on the couch next to them, both rather close to eachother. It didn't matter though, he started staring into Hermione's beautiful brown eyes, forgetting anyone else was in the room with them.

Hermione looked like an angel, the flickering fire light hitting her locks of brown hair and her creamy skin, making it seem as though she was glowing. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't. Instead he just watched her, she really was just as beautiful as ever. She was like an angel, her brown eyes sparkling with happiness.

'Ron? Mate, come on. Please? Will you just snap out of it, we need to tell you something. This is important.' Somewhere in the world he no longer lived in Harry was calling him. But he didn't hear, he didn't see Harry sitting infront of him in the sixth year boy's dorm, it was impossible for him to see Harry there because Harry wasn't in the boy's dorm, he was in the common room sitting with Ginny. In his world Harry was sitting with Ginny infront of the fire, in the real world, though, they were in the dorm, he didn't know that though, because he didn't live in that world anymore. So to him, Harry and Ginny were still happy and he was with Hermione.

'Ron! Listen to us! JUST LISTEN TO US! Snap out of it! Hermione is gone! She's not coming back, Ron. That world you live in, that place in your mind where you and Hermione are happy and together, that place where Harry and I are okay - that place isn't real Ron! You don't even live in the real world anymore, you've completely given yourself up to that world you made up! Do you want to know the truth, Ron?' Somewhere in the real world his sister, who was sitting next to Harry, watching him with wide eyes in the boy's dorm was screaming, her voice shook but she kept the volum up. 'The truth is, Ron, Hermione is gone, you two aren't dating, she's GONE! Harry and I aren't happy, we're miserable and you aren't alive anymore, Ron! You've died, you ... you've lost your mind, your physically here, but your mind is somewhere completely different. Are you listening to me? LISTEN TO ME!'

For a split second the scene changed, he was sitting on his four poster and Harry and Ginny were sitting on the floor infront of him, Hermione was there. As fast as the room came it vanished once more. He was back on the common room sofa, the fire warmth hitting his face and Hermione was in his arms.

Back in the world of hate and hurt, where Harry and Ginny really lived Harry was holding Ginny tightly against him as she cried and sobed into his shoulder. 'Ron, don't you see what you're doing? First we lost Hermione, now we've lost you. Come on, I know you're in there, Ron. Listen to us?'

There was a long silence, with only his sister's muffled sobs, echoing around the dark room. Then Harry spoke again, 'Ron? I'm going to talk anyways, even if you wont, even if you aren't listening. Hermione's parents have called off her search. I don't know if you remember me telling you this at the beginning of the year, but Dumbledore got Aurors to take Mione's case. They've been spending the past ten months looking for her. Today ... today Mr. and Mrs. Granger had a meeting with Dumbledore, Gin, and I, you were there too, do you remember? They brought two of the lead Aurors who were working on finding Hermione. They called the search off, Ron. Do you know what that means? No one is looking for Hermione anymore, no one is going to find her. She's never coming back now.'

He heard this, he heard it all. He knew he was sitting on the couch with Hermione in his arms, but in the back of his mind he was also looking down at Harry, Ginny, and some boy he had long forgotten about.

What are these three talking about? A little voice asked him in the back of his mind. Hermione is right here with me. She's safe, she's happy ... with me.

In this room, where he watched from a small part of his mind, Harry was holding Ginny, whispering in her ear. He wanted to know what was going on, why his sister was crying, why Harry was telling this red haired boy, who looked oddly firmilar, that Hermione was gone. He tried so hard to consentrat only on what this other place, this other world.

Suddenly he was no longer watching everything from above, he was watching things through the eyes of the boy he couldn't quite remember. He didn't care what had happend, he just wanted to make his sister stop crying. He reached his arm out and put it firmly on Ginny's shoulder.

Everything froze. Harry looked up, his eyes wide, unblinking, watching him. Ginny's sobs were cut off and she turned to face him.

'R-Ron?' She whispered.

He wanted to tell her it was okay, he wanted to tell her Hermione was fine, she was with him. But he couldn't, he couldn't open his mouth and he couldn't make words come out.

'Ron, did you - did you hear me?' Harry spoke to him, looking him right in the eyes.

'Harry, hurry up, tell him everything, right from the beginning, before he goes again.' Ginny breathed out.

Harry nodded and began, 'Ron, last summer, around August, she disappeared. The last person she every spoke to was you, Ron, in a letter she wrote you.

'No one knows where she is or who took her. When Dumbledore was alerted of this, last summer, he got two of the very best Aurors to take her case. They checked her room and there was no sign of a struggle, they think whoever took her lead her out of her room and she didn't try to stop them. No one knows why. But, Ron, it's been ten months since we last heard from her and the Granger's have cut the search off. They don't want anyone looking for her anymore. Dumbledore says it's probably because it hurt them to much to have to have Aurors searching the house every week, trying to find new clues they overlooked the first time, being questioned about that night, having to relive it over and over again. Ron, the Aurors think your the only one who can help Hermione now. They think that if you came back, you could help them, talk to them about the things she said in her letters. But after ten months of nothing and you being ... in your own mind, the Granger's gave up and stopped the search.' Harry's eyes turned to Ginny and he whispered something he could barely hear. 'Gin! If he's ... better! We can get the Granger's to reopen Hermione's case. Dumbledore could get the Aurors back and we could find her!'

He didn't understand any of this. Hermione was fine. He tried to tell them, but no words came from his mouth. Silence. Sick, twisted silence. He wanted to scream, he wanted to yell. He wanted to tell them they were wrong, but he couldn't.

He didn't like this place, he didn't like the way everything was so dark, he didn't like how Hermione wasn't near him, he wanted to go back. He closed his eyes and pictured Hermione's face and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the common room with her in his arms. Harry and Ginny on the sofa next to them, all smiling. This was where he liked it best, everything was peacful in this place. He didn't want to go back to the dark, sad, world where Ginny cried and Harry looked pale and worn out. Where he was now, this world was much better. He had Hermione.