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Authors Note: Hullo, thanks to everyone! My birthday is Monday so expect a chapter of my Albus Potter story to be up then!

4. Fourth year

Ron never felt so angry.

He couldn't believe Harry would put his name in the Goblet and not even tell him -his best bloody mate.

The noble Harry Potter just a stinking cheat, and would do anything for himself and forget his friends.

That's not true the little voice in his head says he wouldn't sell you out, he'd never forget you or Hermione.

Ron shook his head, Harry wanted more fame and would apparently do anything to get it, even forget about his friends.

And he couldn't believe Hermione sided with Harry, not that that wasn't new.

Everybody knew Hermione preferred Harry, why wouldn't she, he rich and famous, they would be perfect together.

They'd fall in love, get married, have cute perfectly Potter babies, and have their ruddy fairytale ending, while Ron would watch on from afar broken and shunned.

Ron kicked a pebble as he walked around the lake his thoughts were like pouring salt into an open wound. Whenever he thought about Harry's "betrayal" or Hermione believing he was telling the truth, he felt like a squashed flobberworm.

"Why? Why'd it have to be him?" Ron's whisper was drowned by the wind.

Nobody else was around, the Beuaxbatons were in their carriage thing and the guys from Durmstrang were on their ship and the Hogwarts students were inside on this nippy day.

A small part though of Ron hated himself for thinking this stuff about Harry and Hermione, but his jealousy and hurt rivaled any pleasant thoughts of his closest friends.

Ron picked up the pebble he'd been kicking around and threw it at the giant squid and in return he got drenched to his chagrin.

"B-B-Bloody h-hell!" He yelled as the iciness of the water hit his pale skin.

Ron quickly ran back to the castle freezing, and all he could do was blame Harry and even Hermione.

They were always going to be together leaving him out in the cold.

She'd always choose Harry.

And that hurt him more than the frostbite he was getting ever could.