AN/ Well I know I said I wouldn't update until i got new reviews, but this chapter just had to be put up. Please review this one or I might lose faith :(
Disclaimer/ I don't own Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, etc.
Harry turned the key in his door. There was a satisfying click as Harry pushed his way inside his small apartment. Though it wasn't very big, it seemed higher class. Everything had a metal look to it, from the laptop on his table to the full window showing out over the city from the 49th floor. harry walked over and plopped onto his bed, smiling down at the teddy bear Erin had won and insisted he keep. she had said since she had asked him to come with her it was only right she win him something. Shaking his head slightly, Harry placed the bear on the top of his pillows.
There was a ringing noise as harry's caller-id blinked Ronald and Hermione Weasely. Harry picked up the receiver immediately. Hullo?
"Harry, its me, Hermione." Instantly Harry knew something was up. her voice was choked and he imagined she was crying.
"What is it?" He tried not to panic.
"Well, Ron was in the muggle car... and he sniff he was trying to drive home and this man he hit him and... Oh Harry, Ron's dead!" The words were followed by an outburst of sobs on the other end. harry froze as a clammy feeling plunged in the pit of his stomach. everything came back to him in a flash. He, ron, and Hermione in the girls bathroom with the troll. Him and Ron finding the spiders in 3rd year. Ron and the brains as he fought with Voldermort. Ron beaming at him, Harry his best man, at Ron's own wedding.
Harry was silent as he hung up the phone. he went into the bathroom and was sick. Walking out, his mind was hazy. Tears streamed down his face as he stared hard at the blank tv screen. An empty feeling filled his stomach. He needed to get out. he needed to leave the house decorated in waving smiling pictures of the red headed boy.
Harry sat alone at the bar, letting the smoke surround and swallow him. Nothing felt real anymore. The blonde girls with fake chests and high heels squealing at old men with beards seemed so far away, though they were only an arms length out. Harry downed his drink. He felt his head begin to buzz when someone sat down next to him.
"You gonna order me a drink, or are you too heart broken to speak?" Her voice was undeniable. It was Ginny. Harry turned to stare at her. She was wearing a pair of tight leather pants with a red halter top that matched her lipstick. Her hair was in a high pony tail and she was looking at him impatiently. He knew he shouldn't look at her the way he was but between losing one of his best friends and being buzzed, he didn't really care. She seemed to notice his wandering eyes. "You like what you see?" Harry just looked at her, letting her know what he wanted with his lips.