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3. Third year

Ron was fuming, he couldn't believe that Harry would even consider forgiving Hermione after what she did with his firebolt and what that ruddy cat did to Scabbers.

Ron aimed a kick at his trunk, knocking it over and effectively hurting his foot.

"Bloody Hell!" He moaned clutching at his foot, this was all he needed right now- a broken toe.

Ron looked around the room through his hazy tear filled vision, and thanked Merlin and beyond he was alone and nobody noticed his embarrassing act.

Sitting down heavily on his bed, Ron punched his pillow feeling all of the burning anger drain away and replace itself with some jealousy.

Turning so he was laying down on his back, he closed his eyes, and just wished he could be like Harry.

Now don't get him wrong he loved- not that he would ever admit out loud- Harry, like a brother, but sometimes it was so unfair.

Harry was everything he wasn't.

He was Rich, while Ron was poor. He was famous, Ron was just another Weasley. He was a fantastic Quidditch player, Ron was just Ok. All of the professors loved Harry(sans Snape), and they thought Ron was an idiot or just a tag along. He was smart (not Hermione smart but still), Ron was average. Harry was even better looking than him.

Ron thought of the firebolt Harry received and his stomach clenched with envy, Why couldn't people send him stuff like that?

His thoughts drifted towards Hermione.

Oh, how angry he was with her! She betrayed you and Harry, bet she wouldn't have been so worried over the broom if it was yours, a bitter voice in Ron's head spat.

Ron just looked up and shook his head, he wanted to know why every time, even though he was mad at her, his thoughts always drifted to the bushy-haired brunette. And why did he always feel angry every time Harry went to talk to her?

Ron sighed and punched his pillow, it was all because of her betraying him and Harry, yeah that's it.

Ron heard someone open the door, and noticed it was Harry smiling slightly at him.

"Hey, mate." Harry said walking over to him plopping down next to Ron's legs.

Ron grunted in response, Harry just grinned and shook his head.

Harry patted Ron's leg and stood up, "C'mon, lets go sneak around under my cloak, we can explore Hogwarts mysteries."

Ron giggled at Harry's terrible impression of Trelawney, and followed him out of the room leaving all thoughts of the Brown eyed girl he thought so, so much about.