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Ok then! Here's the new chapter and there's also gonna be quite a few OOCness especially from Draco...ENJOY!
Chapter Three: Lonely
"Are you sure you're just doodling?" Harry watched Ron in slight surprise, he was scribbling through the pages as if it were his life.
"Huh? What?" the red head looked at the other Gryffindor in confusion.
"Uh...never mind, come on, before Hermione ditches us," Harry walked to the door, waiting for Ron to follow.
"Hm?" he returned to his journal, "oh! Hang on a sec," he finished the last sentence, closed the book and stuffed it under his pillow before leaving the dorm with Harry.
"You sure you're alright? You've been doodling way too much in that journal."
"Doodling? Oh! Well I guess I just like drawing," he lied swiftly.
"Uh huh, yeah sure..." they walked down the stairs and met up with Hermione and Colin in the common room. They seemed to be in deep conversation but stopped when they saw Ron and Harry approach them.
"Well, lets go," Colin said cheerfully.
They walked out of Gryffindor Tower and made their way to the exit where they'd meet with Draco. The odd couple and Harry started chatting happily about where they would go, Ron didn't say anything but paid attention.
"Me and Colin, well..." Hermione blushed, "we were thinking of going to this place called Madam Puddifoot's...for the day."
Harry made a face, remembering his disaster of a date with Cho last year. "You're going there?"
"Well we're just a bit curious..."
"It can't be that bad," shrugged Colin, "what? Have you been there before?"
"Yeah, with Cho. Bloody horrible, but I guess you'll like it, if you like frills and bows."
The three laughed and continued their conversation until they caught up with Draco who was waiting patiently by the doors.
"Hello," he said smiling warmly at the group before giving Harry a kiss. "Where should we go first?" he asked, letting his hand get held by his boyfriend. They walked on outside towards the gates that lead to Hogsmeade. It was early morning, so not many people were around.
"Colin and I are going to Madam Puddifoot's," Hermione answered.
"Really? Prepare yourself to gag," joked the blond.
"How do you know we haven't been there before?"
"Because you haven't gagged at the shops name."
"Oh," she laughed.
The conversation of the shop and other shops went on. Ron sighed quietly and decided on just leaving the couples since they seemed have wanted to be together alone.
"Look," he finally spoke when they reached their destination, "why don't I just leave you guys alone...you know so you can be together and stuff."
"What?" Draco blinked, slightly confused.
"Well Hermione and Colin are gonna be heading off someplace different because they want to be together, so you two must want to be together too...alone."
"...Are you seriously ok?" Harry eyed his friend worriedly.
"Yeah," he nodded, wanting to get away as soon as possible, "I'm just gonna go to the Three Broomsticks, it's not like I'm dying," he forced a laugh and to his surprise it convinced the others.
"Well, ok then, see you later," they walked away, the second they turned away Ron dropped his cheerful façade and walked towards the Three Broomsticks.
'Stupid couples,' he repeated in his head, 'has everyone but me caught the lovebug!?' There were couples walking everywhere, holding hands shyly or kissing as they stood against the walls of shops.
Once he stepped inside the small inn he was welcomed by the warmth and noisiness of other students and teachers who were also there.
"Hello Ron," Madam Rosmerta called from the bar, giving him a wave, he waved back, again forcing a smile before choosing a seat at the back.
He hadn't really thought of getting any drinks at that moment but he gladly took the butterbeer Madam Rosmerta offered him before rushing off to other customers.
'Why am I so depressed?' he thought, taking a sip of his drink. The Gryffindor looked out the window and frowned a little at the couples outside.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"No," he turned to the intruder; Justin sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.
"This place is stuffed!" he laughed lightly then took in Ron's expression, "liar."
"I didn't say anything," he sat up straight; Justin had an odd glint in his eye, like in his dream.
"But your face did, you're not dreaming," he added, seeing Ron about to pinch himself, "care to talk about what's bugging you?"
"Not really," he looked down at his butterbeer, its stillness looking like crystals.
"You don't know what it is?"
"No," he lifted the butterbeer to his lips.
"Don't worry, I see what you mean."
"What?" he drank a little.
"What's troubling you, it happened to me too," he nodded, "when my sister died."
Ron froze in shock. He never knew the Hufflepuff had a sister, let alone one that died. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked shakily, almost dropping his butterbeer.
Justin shrugged. "You need to know."
"Quit talking like Dumbledore and tell me what the bloody fuck is going on," he said sharply.
"You'll find out soon enough," he looked out the window, Ron tried not to be amazed at how the sunlight beamed on his face as if he were a stranded angel.
"What do you mean?" he frowned.
"You know," he turned back to him, "there are some things that are dangerous, these things are either obvious or disguised. You have to be careful."
Ron blinked. "What's with the advice?"
"No reason," he shrugged, smiling a little, "you're asking too soon."
"Either I'm in a dream world or you've gone bonkers, just tell me what you fucking mean," he was beginning to get irritated by Justin's weird ramblings.
"I can't say right now," he looked at his watch, "I'd better go, I'm meeting Hannah at Zonko's would you like to come?" he stood, waiting for the other boys' answer.
"No thanks," he said kindly, he caught himself in surprise, one minute he was mad at Justin the next he was nice. 'Oh god I've gone insane.'
"Well, ok then, later," he left leaving Ron with an odd empty feeling at the bottom of his stomach; he brushed it away and finished his drink before leaving as well.
He walked around slowly past shops and other inns, even Honeydukes and Zonkos didn't seem to catch his eye anymore.
"So we meet back at twelve o' clock right?"
"Yes, now go have fun, and tell Blaise I said hi."
"Same for Pansy."
Ron stopped, he recognized those voices. He hid behind a barrel of free sweets and watched as Hermione and Colin went their separate ways, Colin went towards the Shrieking Shack while Hermione headed off to the post office.
"The hell?" he followed Hermione, careful to stay in the shadows.
Pansy stood by the door at the post office. To the Gryffindors' shock he saw the two girls kiss and hold hands before running off to who knows where.
'Holy shit!' he turned and ran to where Colin had gone, 'he's gonna kill Hermione...' he stopped abruptly and his eyes widened.
Hermione and Pansy!? Colin and Blaise!? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? It was one thing to see her and HER kiss for like, one second but to see Colin and Blaise go on an all out make out session!?
I'm not even sure if I should tell the others, I mean it's obvious they're keeping this a secret so I guess I'll have respect their wishes...but still! Her and HER!? Him and HIM!? That was completely unexpected!
Ron sighed and paused for a while. It was night, Harry was with Draco at the room of requirement, Seamus and Dean were in the common room, and Neville...he had no idea where he was.
The young Weasley was once again alone.
'Alone,' Ron frowned at the word, 'I'm always alone.' He continued to write in his journal.
Justin went all mental again...and this time it wasn't a dream, it was weird, he looked like he was gonna get something from the Three Broomsticks but he just had a small conversation with me. I never knew he had a sister who died. I wonder who she was, but I still can't believe he told me that piece of news. It's sad though, about his sister, I know I'd be sad if Ginny or my other brothers died.
Then again I wouldn't be too much in their shadows. Or maybe I still would since their deaths would make them get more attention. Am I a bad person to think about that?
How would people react when I die? I bet they couldn't think of anything to say in my funeral except I was the side kick of the great Harry Potter.
Or they'd go about their daily lives and forget to bury me in the dirt where I belong.
Ron stared at what he wrote. 'Wow...my writing style change...even my handwriting's less sloppy.'
I'm always complaining about myself, and how I need attention so I'll just talk about other things.
Hogsmeade was kind of boring. Harry and Draco went someplace to be alone together. For old enemies they do make a nice couple, it was the Hermione and Colin thing that irked me...but as it turns out, they're not really together so...yeah.
There were couples everywhere in Hogsmeade, it made me sick to my stomach. And it's not even February! That hateful 'Love Month' I hate it!
Great, I've turned back to complaining. God I hope I die soon.
I'M NOT SUICIDAL!
It must be the loneliness that's bothering me.
Ron stopped and remembered the empty feeling he felt when Justin left. The feeling was familiar, and stronger than before.
It is. The loneliness is what bothers me...while my friends are with someone, I'm left alone to gather the dust on the shelf that I sit on, waiting an eternity to finally be taken.
He frowned again. 'Why do I sound like some bloody poet?'
That was longer than before (looks nervous) ok......review please? But in the future chappys they really do get longer
