I can't even comprehend this. Why he acted the way he did when he saw us, why he was there in the first place, or way he grabbed me away from Harry and held me tight, much to my displeasure.

A few years ago, I was infatuated with this man. Every day, my life revolved around what he did after classes were finished, what he ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and who he befriended. He couldn't stand me, I had always thought. Since we were on opposite sides of the rope, I never really knew what he thought of me.

But this time, this time he took me into his arms when I didn't want to be.

"Get your hands off her!" Harry yelled at him, standing up, a look of anger and jealousy on his handsome face.

My lips curled into a smile, at the fact that Harry would defend me against all others. Especially, his one enemy in everything but evil.

Ronald Weasley.

"Harry, you knew! You knew Pansy and I love each other! And yet you go and snog her! I thought we were friends!"

It's true. Ron and I had become an somewhat of an item in the last year. I remember the day like it was yesterday. .

I was, surprisingly, studying in the library, when Ron had come in as well, for whatever reason. He looked at me, and I looked at him. Our eyes met at the one moment in time, and it felt like I knew him personally. It felt like I had held him in my arms before, it felt like I had seen him cry before. I felt all his emotions in that split second of time. It was then no one noticed the flunkey in the dark.

I murmured his name softly. Any softer and he probably wouldn't have heard me. It was then when I saw a single tear roll down his face and onto his graying robes. I stood, my robe trailed behind me, making me feel like a queen that was approaching one of her subjects, and took him in my arms, letting him weep silently on my shoulder.

It was then on that we met silently, not to love or fondle, but to cry all the pain from our souls. He thought us an "us", I thought us each other's savior.

"We are friends, Ron. . You just don't seem to understand that you and Pansy aren't what you think you are."

I smiled at his words. They were truly the words of someone who had said some wrong things in their life and paid heavily for them. He was one that thought before he spoke.

"Then what are we?" Ron asked, keeping his attitude under control.

I gulped. I knew this was my question.

"Ron. . We aren't anything but two, very trustworthy friends who tell each other everything. I couldn't feel for you what I feel for Harry. I'm sorry if I've led you to believe something that is false."

I freed myself from him, and stood next to Harry.

I looked on at Ron, who seemed to have a delayed reaction to all this news. I waited for his reaction.

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