PART 3:

There's something about the Greenhouses that makes it near impossible for Neville to want to leave. There's something beyond peaceful that makes it so that he doesn't want to leave and thus wants to stay in place forever.

He holds this tranquility in this world filled with green… he holds this place in his heart no matter where he is. He knows things about these forms of life that seem to add to his existence as a person.

Everything in here seems to him to be something that must be known and looked upon with a sort of wonder that it deserves.

He accumulates the peace and contentment, wonder and awe that he can't seem to get anywhere else in the world.

So he loses himself in here where no one else ventures because they don't care.

Whilst sometimes he knows they wonder if he cares too much.

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RON'S POV:

Sometimes I feel this emptiness. The sort of thing that makes it seem as if a Dementor is always following me. Holding a black bag that seems to want to suck all of me in…

Just an emptiness that I cannot explain nor care to, really…

Sometimes it's all I can do not to scream.

I mean it's not as if I need someone to come and take up all my time like Lavender did last year.

Actually I don't want anyone near me.

I just want to sit alone and not think of anything in particular.

But the problem is, I'm always thinking about something these days.

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For the first time I finally got what I've always wanted.

So why do I feel so betrayed.

Hermione's soft lips against mine seem like a dream among which I never thought to be possible.

"Oh Ron, isn't it wonderful?"

"W..wh..what?" I'm trying to figure out why it wasn't the thing that I always thought that I wanted. Why it felt as if something's missing when I have my arms around the one thing that I've wanted since 4th Year.

"That Professor McGonagall has allowed me to do my NEWTs early so that I can go back and help out Harry and the Order!" Why does her smile make me want to scream.

Shouldn't I be happy for the girl I've told myself that I've secretly been half in love with since I was fifteen?

"Oh that's great…"

If Hermione notices my monotoned voice she makes no deal of it.

Instead she gives me another kiss right on my lips and tells me to stay out of trouble while she's gone and she'll see me during Christmas break.

I nod.

But I can't help but think that she's hurt me…

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End of Ron's POV

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