Chapter 11: Second Thoughts
Ron and I danced, but my thoughts drifted to Draco, and the many times he got in trouble because of me. I looked at Ron, and thought about how many fights he went through so we could be happy together. Now, I don't know if I did the right thing by marrying him. Sure, he was a great guy. Everything any girl could possibly want.
I looked over to my right, and there were Harry and Lulu, dancing as well. She seemed so happy with him. A few feet away from them were Ginny and Melgum were dancing just as happily. I was jealous. I probably didn't even look as happy as they did, and it was my wedding. I'm guessing Ron noticed I wasn't feeling as happy as he was. It made me feel horrible. He took me outside, and I was afraid of what he'd ask or tell me.
"Hazel, what's wrong honey?" he asked. He looked at me oh-so-caringly. I couldn't tell him what I was truly feeling. I couldn't fuck him over like that. He'd done so much for me in the past year. But, I couldn't lie to him.
"Ron, I think we made a mistake," I blurted out. Why did I do that? Why did I say it like that? I felt like smacking myself.
He looked disappointed. "What do you mean?"
"Um, I don't know how to express myself without sounding like a selfish bitch," I said, honestly.
"No, its ok, I love you, and I'll understand your reasons for saying that, even if they might upset me."
"Ron, I think I might still have feelings for Draco," I said, while a lonely tear made its way down my cheek. I looked away, but he gently turned my head to face him. My eyes were streaming with tears. I bet I looked ugly, my makeup was running, and my nose was red. I felt my eyes getting redder and puffier by the second.
He kissed my forehead gently, and told me that he wouldn't mind if I left him. But, I could tell, even as he faked a smile, that he was hurting more than ever…