Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
He was sitting there with thought running through his head. Unable to controle what was going through his mind. There was anger, fear, passion, love, hurt. He was unaware that he was staring at her. She was with him. How he dispised it. She did not deserve him! She deserved better. She was not aware that he was using her and cheating on her. She thought he loved her; How could someone so smart be so oblivious to what was going on. Didn't she see what he was doing? Didn't she see that he did not love her?
He was still deep in thought when he senced a presence. Someone was talking to him drawing him away from what he was thinking.
"Give it up mate!" Someone was saying, "Harry!" It was Ron. "Harry, give it up. I know how you feel, she shouldn't be with him but she's not going to believe us."
"I know." Harry finaly answered. He did not want to be having this conversation. "I'm gonna go up to bed, I don't feel well."
"You can't keep avoiding it!"
"You just told me to!"
"It's obvious you like her. Well to every one but her that is. Look, do you want me to talk to her?"
"No! But I'd like to talk to him! How can he do that ti her? And how can she be so unaware of it?"
"Let it go. You know how Hermione is. She's too stuborn to listen to anyone. If she can't believe us. She's going to have to figure it out the hard way."
"I'm going to try again tomorrow. I'm not going to let her get hurt."
"It's too late for that mate and you know it."
"Ron?"
"Ya?"
"Just shut up. I'm off to bed."
And with that he got up and left for his bed releaved to have gotten that over with. He was determened to help her. He wouldn't let her get hurt. He loved her too much. Too much for his own good even. He went to bed thinking up various ways to break the news to her.
well that's that for now, not quiet sure where I'm going with this but I've been writing alot of trageties lately so if you're not in the mood for that I recomend stoping now. R&R Please.