Disclaimer: This MAY come as a shocker to you, the reader. But... I have to break the news to you…I am not J.K. Rowling….There... I said it… continue reading if you must.

A/N: Does this mean Authors note, or a note…. Hmm ….Anyway…. Have a good day, review or die… ahem... I mean Review please?

Imagine your whole life falling apart. Friends, gone, Girlfriend, gone, Hope….gone. As Ronald Weasley sat on the grass below the castle, all these things flooded his mind. The cold wind wrapped around him, as if a shelter from the world. He couldn't feel anything else…He was alone…

He wasn't COMPLETELY alone although. Next to him sat in silence, a disturbed Neville Longbottom. They didn't just sit together normally, but was this really a normal time? Both of them were empty and alone. Ron felt that the only person he could sit near was Neville, the only person that wouldn't try and comfort him. Only person he could trust. Before his thoughts turned to depressing, he had to stop. Crying out in public was not a desirable trait. Neither was pounding your fists into your bag nearly breaking your fingers….

But this was the only thought that did not run through his mind…

"OH MY BLOODY LORD!" Ron cursed, curling over into the grass, grasping his right hand. The heavy Defense against the Dark Arts book quickly hurt his hand more than he had intended to hurt the book.

"Are. Are you okay Ron?" Neville spoke his first words since he had followed Ron down here. As if by a reaction, Ron exploded…

"WHY? I mean… it wasn't like our relationship was rocky or anything! It was perfect! Yea there were some little fights here and there but... But... IT WASN"T AS IF ANYTHING WAS IN DANGER OF AN END!" Ron's eyes widened as he paced the grassy knoll. But it was Neville's eyes that stared in confusion.

"I MEAN! I loved her! I LOVED HER? Didn't she know that? Didn't I love her?" Ron made question after question, not expecting an answer, except for his last one he turned to Neville. Pausing he shook his head as if saying 'right?'

Quickly, if fear of having a worse fate than his DaDA book, Neville answered shakily, "Yea…ye..of..f cou..rsee." He couldn't spit the words out fast enough for Ron.

"I KNEW IT! And you know what she does? BREAKS MY FUCKING HEART! Her and Harry fought and fought... I should have stopped it... I mean... It wasn't like they weren't close, yet I KNEW I KNEW that something was going on… Oh my gawd it's all my fault..." Ron's attitude took a 180 degree turn, honestly freaking Neville out. He shook his head in agreement to Ron. Then Ron burst out again, causing Neville to jump to feet left.

"NO! It's not my fault! She knew that I loved her, she deliberately broke it! It's all her fault! For... For…" Ron paused, mostly caught up in his frustration. His eyelids twitched in anger, seeing an opportune moment, Neville tried to complete his sentence. "For what…?"

"FOR …For… FOR EVERYTHING!" Ron threw his hands up in aggravation, "For breaking my heart. For forcing me to have only one friend. For. For..." He stared at his deep red, swollen hand and paused…yet continued on,"Hell! For breaking my thumb!"

"Breaking your thumb?" Neville asked in utter confusion. His time-to-time blurbs to Ron made him feel that he wasn't talking to a wall.

"YES! She made me take Dark Arts, forced me to do my homework. Thus it was in my bag! Oo She thought that I wouldn't find out. AHAHAHAHHA" Ron went into a fit of maniacal giggles, which suddenly turned into giant sobs. It took Neville a moment to realize that Ron was crying. All the mood swings had caught him off guard.

"Ron? Ron? Why don't we go...? Go... Get some breakfast?" Neville glanced around, for a clock. Your watch Neville… His conscience smacked some sense in him, but his watch was stuck on the time 8:43. Was it still breakfast? No one was even near them; maybe it had been dinner time? Either way, food had somehow did not remotely even interest Ron. He didn't want to move… or see anyone.

"No… I just… Want to stay here…" Ron had stopped his tears, but instead was looking deeply into the hillside below them. His face had no emotion, as if he was hollow.

"Okay…okay" Neville didn't know really what to say, so he sat next to him. A sudden feeling of sadness seemed to be off his shoulders for the last hour or so. Being with someone also in misery calmed him down…It at least numbed the pain of being eternally alone.