Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Though I do wish I owned the Phelps brothers. I also, sadly do not own the song, Ohio is for Lovers, by Hawthorne Heights.

A/N: I personally think that this fic is horrible. If you think it is good, or you agree with me, LEAVE ME A REVIEW!

"We would now like to announce our engagement." stated Harry proudly, as he kissed Hermione on the cheek. It was 7th year. When Ron had heard those words, a million thoughts raced through his head. It was like a floodgate had opened in his mind.

How could she do it? Of course. She chose the "wonder boy" over him. Didn't the famous Harry Potter have so much more to offer her? Fame, fortune, the whole shebang.

She could get none of it from poor, penniless Ron Weasley

As all these thoughts raced through his head, tears began to stream down his face. He was hardly aware of the fact that he was still in the Great Hall. But, he was aware enough to get out of his seat and run out of the Hall, and to the Gryffindor Common room, while no one noticed, because their attention was devoted to the couple.

He was miserable. He had loved Hermione Granger since third year, and yet she had been oblivious. He had loved her so much more than Harry could. That was one thing that in the real world, once he got out of Hogwarts, Harry could not give her. With the fame, and the publicity, their relationship would be torn apart.

None of this would happen if she had only chosen Ron Weasley. Ron ran to the boy's dormitory, and collapsed, facedown, on his bed. He closed the curtains around the bed, and cried until he could cry no more. Then he despaired about his lost love.

Hermione. With her teeth and bushy hair, she proved that she was not an angel, and that no one was perfect. That's what Ron loved about her. The fact that she was not prefect, and did not strive to be. He had loved her for four whole years. She had never returned the love, but flung it back into his face.

And now it had come to this.

And I can't make it on my own.

Because my heart is in Ohio.

So cut my wrists and black my eyes.

So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.

Because you kill me.

You know you do, you kill me well.

You like it too, and I can tell.

You never stop until my final breath is gone.

Spare me just three last words

"I love you" is all she heard.

I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.

This is how Ron found himself with a razor blade in his hand, savoring the crimson red and the pain that came with it. He did it constantly. On the day of Hermione and Harry's wedding, this is how they found him. Wrists sliced open, blood everywhere. There was a note next to him that simply said:

Hermione,

You are the only one I have ever truly loved. I will always love you, until I draw my last breath.

Ron