Authors note. Itallics means flashback

Ron.

Flicking up his phone he checked his inbox. No new messages. Damn, he thought, why hasn't Carina rung me you would have thought that she would after what happened. Maybe I made her mad rushing off like that, or maybe I took it to far. He sighed , slipped his phone back into his pocket and leaned back on the chair. This has been one hell of a day he thought as he gently closed his eyes.

"Wha-wh?" Ron jumped up abruptly. He must have fallen asleep he thought and then heard his phone quietly ringing and realised why he had awoken so suddenly. Quickly he slid his phone out and answered it hoping that it would be Carina.

"Hello?"

"Alright mate?" Said a voice. It was Harry.

"Fine thanks." Ron said with a distinct disappointment in his voice.

" I just rang to tell you that I'm going away for a couple of days on a camping trip with Dean & Seamus." As Harry went on about the details, Ron faked interest whilst letting his mind wander. To Carina. He liked her so much, maybe even loved her. She was so beautiful and smart and funny & caring. Her smile lit up the room and her laughter was the sweetest melody on earth to Ron. He wanted so much to hold her again. To feel her silky hair tickle his arms to feel her soft touch. But he couldn't have her she probably still preferred Harry.

"Ron are you listening?"

"Yes I am. Look sorry mate I have to go," he said feeling his eyes start to well up, "bye!" With that he slammed his phone onto the floor and buried his face in his hands. He was just composing himself when his phone started to make a weird noise. Picking it up he discovered that in slamming the phone down he had opened a video file. But he didn't recognise it. He could see that it was dark and the voices were muffled. As he listened on though he could tell what it was. He let his mind drift back to the party…

He was at the party with his new appearance ready to woo Carina. It was dark on the dance floor and he was posing about on his phone. He was taking a video but really he'd just clicked anything so that it didn't look like what he was doing was searching for someone. Which he was. He couldn't really see anyone but he knew immediately when she was near him. Like a hound he picked up on the scent of her favourite perfume.

"Carina!?" He yelled above the music grabbing out to her.

"Ron?" She shouted back, "I can't see you!"

"You don't need to see me," he replied, "just hear me out."

"Please Ron," she said in a tearful voice, "I'm sorry I got all the things you sent me but I just, I don't love you. Please I hope we could be friends. Look I'm sorry goodbye."

Ron closed his eyes. It was too hard to remember any more. How could she do this to me, he thought. She knows that I love her, that I can't just be 'friends', but leads me on last night. Ron knew that Carina obviously didn't want to see him again or she would have called. He felt so hurt that she would kiss him like that, so passionately knowing that nothing would come of it. Carina was making Ron's recovery even harder. She was breaking his heart even more cruelly, yet he was still so in love with her. Blinking back tears he ran to his bed and crawled under the covers. Holding a pillow over his face he cried himself to sleep.