Ron's POV

I'm not the jealous type.

These past few years, I've found myself jealous of Harry a few times but never more than I was now. Now he and Hermione were getting closer. I was bloody outraged. I don't know why, I don't know what about their friendship is driving me insane. All I know is...that it is driving me insane! Hermione was my girlfriend, we love each other, right, but why then has she been clinging to him all week? An entire week has passed and surprisingly in this time, we had trialled quite a way, but not a single day went by where Hermione (the woman I loved and the woman who confessed her love to me) seemed totally fixed on Harry.

We travelled through a large field of longish grass at one point, the two of them walked ahead of course while I slumped behind. I bit my lip, fuming, even as she simply offered him some water. She never asked me if I wanted water, she didn't even look my way. She hadn't spoken to me since we left.

At one point though she did turn and I found myself smiling unwillingly, despite my pretty obvious anger at their closeness, I couldn't help but smile. Then I realized she wasn't smiling and wasn't looking at me.

"Death eaters!" she cried, we spun and noticed long, twirling streams of dark smoke were heading our way. "Move, quickly!" she called. We took shelter in the shadows of an old, empty barn, waiting for the death eaters to pass. Even then all I could do was notice how she sat beside him. Not beside me.

While we slugged our way through a caravan park, I had begun arguing with myself in my head. In the back of my mind I was trying to convince myself that my anger and hated was fuelled by the cursed Horcrux locket around by throat. I'd been wearing it for days so yeah, alright; I confess it could have like a dark affect on my mood. But I knew I'd feel the same without it. I'd still hate Harry for this.

But I could never hate her.

All of this from the moment I overheard him talking about her perfume. Okay, yeah, her perfume was strong but I could only smell it when I was up close, kissing her beautiful neck, so how the hell did he get that close? Why would they be that close? I knew why. She'd lied to me, pretended to care. Pretended to love me! I had always somehow known she'd go for Harry over me.

The Chosen One.

My arse.

What hurt me more was that she was acting like nothing happened. She'd only bloody confessed her unwavering love for me a week ago and now she and Harry were BFF's. The image of him kissing her made me clench my fists.

How I missed her lips on mine.

One day, while camping under a PowerStation, Harry wondered off for a walk, looking through that stupid broken mirror for who knows what while Hermione and I remained by the fire pit. "He doesn't know what he's doing," She muttered, watching him.

"None of us do." I meant that in different ways. She turned back to the fire, warmed her hands and then placed one of them on my own.

"Ron?" She asked, "Are you...alright?" I didn't want to talk about us, not now. Who knew when? But not now.

"Peachy.' I turned away and headed back into the tent, knowing she would come out with me tonight on watch. She would bring it up again; perhaps spend the day coming up with a good enough reason for us to not be together. How she just needed someone to hold her in these dark times.

I spent the day planning my replies, how I'd be angry and not accept any excuses, how she's hurt me and I can never forgive her, things along those lines. But when I went on watch that night, something happened. She did follow me, obviously but instead of speaking she just took my hands in her own. I was tempted to shake them off but found myself unable; I instead just reflexively held them tighter.

Giving up, I sighed and leant against the bonnet of an old, scraped car. Hermione leant between my legs, wrapping her arms around my shoulders like nothing had happened this past week. She didn't even check for her precious Harry. She just kissed me. She pressed them against mine, her hands running through my hair. As our bodies rubbed together, as the night seemed hotter and I found myself pulling apart just for a breath, I decided I couldn't stay angry with her. I scoped her up onto the car, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I kissed her again. She let her head fall back, her hair dangling like a curtain as I kissed her made my way down her elegant throat

It was only when she tugged on the locket and I felt a...pulse of emotion did I stop and pull away. The locket, it...it kind of pulled me back into reality. In that moment, all of my anger and hurt and pain came rushing back and I turned away from the woman I loved. .

"Sorry, my stomach." I lied, walking away.

"We should maybe go to a doctor?" she suggested, catching up with me.

"No." I said, "I don't think a doctor can help me..."

FanWriter's Note:

Hey guys, sorry for the late update! If you've read my profile you'll know all of my planning, stories and chapters have been erased from my memory stick because it was accidentally put in the washing machine (Thanks, mom) so I've spent a while trying to plan out and catch up with all I've lost. This chapters not great but hope you enjoy.

~FanWriter Harrison~