For Tara (imnotspeakingtoyou on tumblr) who requested that prompt to celebrate 200 followers on my Tumblr.


38. Shiver

He's fucked up.

There's no way Hermione will ever go out with him. Not with the stints he's been pulling the last few months with Lavender. And now…

He's about to fall asleep when he feels the golden necklace he left under his pillow that morning.

My Sweatheart.

Yeah. He's fucked up. 'Cause instead of breaking one girl's heart - the last one he wanted to break - he's going to break two.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"You're sleeping?"

"Yes, that's why I'm talking…" Harry sighs, "What is it?"

"Do you think she'll ever talk to me again?"

He doesn't really need to say who, he's pretty sure Harry knows.

"Er… I don't know mate. She seems pretty angry."

"I didn't really mean to…"

What? Hurt her? Kiss another girl? Be jealous? Right...

"Sure you did. It kinda got out of control though."

"Right," Ron swallows heavily. He's fucked up. He mentally slaps himself for the hundredth time.

"I suppose you'll have to break up with Lavender." If you ever want to make things right with Hermione. Harry doesn't say it, but Ron hears it all the same.

"Yeah, I suppose so…"

Ron can feel a drop of cold sweat run down his back and shivers. He's already dreading a conversation he doesn't want to have. Maybe he can find a way to have her break up with him, that would lessen the blow wouldn't it. Maybe if he just stops talking to Lavender, maybe she'll get bored with him and that way she'll break up with him and he won't hurt her.

Yeah, he'll do that…