Karma's A Bitch


After two weeks in Everwood, I started to realize it was pointless. No muggle doctor could fix me. And I'd already been informed that no Wizard Healer could save me either. I got a little flat. A guy that worked at the Drug Store, Cameron, was moving out of his 'apartment' because he and his girlfriend had broken up and he was letting her have the place. We moved in together. One of the weirdest things of my life was living in a flat with another man that wasn't Harry.

I know Cam didn't suspect me as being a queer. I brought girls home every other night. I could fuck them into next week, but nothing felt right. No one was Harry. As I've said before I'm not gay. I suppose that's why Cam never suspected. I'm not straight though. That is something I know for a fact. After sleeping with so many girls, it dawned on me that not one person could ever be Harry. Is there such a sexuality as 'Harry-sexual' instead of 'bisexual' or 'homosexual'? No? Didn't think so.

If you have forgot my original point my now, I find that here is where I need to re-stress my point: True Love is Never Happy. And I need you to hear me out because it will never have more meaning than it does in this story. Pay attention.


"Wanna go get breakfast?"

"I have to get work. Sorry, darling," Ron told the tiny brunette girl as he opened the refrigerator and looked inside. She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his shirtless body and kissing his shoulders. He grabbed the milk and shook her off of him, going to the cupboard to find the cereal and a bowl and spoon. He looked up as he heard Cam come in.

"Good morning," Cam said to no one in particular as he went right for the coffee maker and started a pot.

"I'm Cameron," he told the brunette. Ron shook his head as he sat down at the table next to the girl.

"Sorry, my bad. This is Cam. Cam this is, er, Nicole," Nicole. Wow, way to make something up. Whatever, he was hung over and hungry and it was early. How was he supposed to remember all the different names. Where did he find her last night, anyway? Who knows.

"It's actually Melissa. My name is Melissa. Nice to meet you Cameron." And she was gone.

"Nice, Ron," Cam said in a disgusted yet amused tone when they heard the door slam after Melissa. Ron shrugged. This was an every day occurrence. He always forgot their names. Who cares?

"One of these days, Ron…It's called karma," Cam shook his head as he walked away with his cup of coffee.

Ron sighed. If only Cam knew the amount of karma that had hit Ron before he'd done anything other than fall in love with his best friend. Fuck karma.


"Who are you?"

Ron screwed up his face and stared at his friend, Amanda.

"You know who I am. Ron? Ron Weasley? Ring a bell?" Ron asked as he took another bite of his sandwich. They were on their lunch break at work.

"Naw, dude, I mean who are you exactly? Where did you come from? Here you are, Everwood Fucking Colorado, the middle of nowhere. You've got no family here with you yet you're dying. Most people want to spend this kind of time with family and loved ones. You're just one big family-less mystery."

Ron was shocked by her forwardness. She was probably his best friend here. Like his Hermione of the Muggle world. They'd never slept together or had any feelings whatsoever, and she was like one of the guys. But she was gorgeous. She just didn't realize it. And he loved that about her. Here he was, working construction, fit as ever, and she was next to him doing everything he did. She had the best body he'd ever seen on a woman. And he told her more than he told anyone else. Not that that really meant anything, considering he didn't really talk at all.

He shrugged his shoulders. "My family doesn't know,"

Silence. This was why he didn't talk about anything. He hated being judged. She got up and walked away. He watched her go up to their boss, but then turned his head to look out at the trees and scenery. He heard her walking back toward him, so it didn't surprise him when her hand touched his shoulder. "Let's go for a walk,"

He nodded his okay and stood up to walk with her. For the first five minutes or so, they didn't say anything.

"You can talk to me, Ron. I know you've got something you're not telling anyone but you need to talk about it. You have to. Face it, Ron, you're dying. And whatever is on your mind is going to stay there forever unless you just let it out,"

He licked his lips and took a deep breath. He looked out over the scenery again. He stopped and sat down on a rock. "Okay,"

She sat down next to him. "Okay."

"I'm from London. I've got five older brothers and a younger sister. I went to a…private school growing up. I've got two best friends. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. I shouldn't be saying their names because I'm putting myself in danger and Merlin only knows if you're safe, but I don't give a damn anymore. I found out about my sickness when my sister was getting married and I didn't have the strength to interrupt the happiness to tell anyone. And then time just kept going by and I never told anyone. There's a war there. A huge war and it's up to my best friend to end it and I've stood by his side since we were 11 years old,"

He looked directly into her eyes. "I fell in love with him."

Her eyes went wide. She shook her head. "You just said more than you have since I met you. But, I don't…a war? In London? I don't understand,"

He shook his head. "I can't explain more than that about the war."

She screwed up her face, but nodded. "And you fell in love Harry?"

"Yes. I fell in love with Harry,"

"You're gay,"

He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. "No. Yes. No. I'm not gay. I don't like men. But I don't like women. I just love Harry. Only Harry."

"Oh ok. So these women," she gestured around, "are just to get your mind off of him,"

He nodded.

"I understand. Does he know?"

Ron screwed up his face. "You aren't going to run away and call me disgusting and tell everyone I'm some bloody queer who takes it up the arse?"

She screwed up her face and shook her head. "Why the fuck would I do that? Homosexuality is a lot more accepted than it used to be."

"Really? Bloody hell. In London, well especially where I live, they kill you."

Her eyes went wide again and she gasped. "No Ron, that doesn't happen here."

Silence.

"Yes, he knew," Ron started to answer her previous question. "About 2 months ago, I let it slip. And he told me he felt the same. But then I had an episode three weeks into our relationship. I told you that no one knew. You have to understand, though. Harry's had a hard life. Everyone he loves dies. His parents, his guardian, our school teacher, who served as Harry's other guardian practically. I didn't want him to love me because I'm dying and I don't want to hurt him more. So I kept trying to push him away but it didn't work. And then it accidentally came out to my family about us, but we didn't see them after that because I was so sick. And then I finally left. I just left him and came here because supposedly this doctor helped the other guy who had my disease. But I'm in love with him still and I want to be with him every day of my life. But I can't. I didn't tell anyone where I went,"

She just stared at him, taking in everything he was telling her. He finally looked into her eyes again.

She moved closer to him and took him into a huge hug. "I'm so sorry, Ron,"


"How about soup?" Cam called from the kitchen.

Ron layed on his bed, curled up in the blankets with a bowl full of puke next to him. He had refused to use magic since he moved here because Merlin only knew who had control of the Ministry these days and he didn't want to be tracked. He sat up and grabbed the bowl, throwing up again.

"You okay? Here's some more water. I'll go wash this out again," Cam gave him a glass of water and walked out of the room with the gross regurgitation-infested bowl.

He came back a minute later and set the now-empty bowl down. He sat down on the bed and rubbed Ron's back. "I'm sorry, man, this sucks."

Ron chuckled a little, realizing that he was lucky to have found such amazing friends here in Everwood. "Yeah, mate, it does."

"I called the doctor and he's on his way. Amanda is talking to the boss, but I'm sure she'll be over in no time."

Ron nodded. This was his second episode since he'd lived here but the first one he'd had was when he didn't know anyone, so he'd ridden it out by himself. It had been nearly a month since his talk with Amanda. Who, by the way, had started dating Cam finally after Ron had been trying to get them together for forever.

"Hermione Granger." Amanda said to him as she sat on his bed and rubbed his back a couple hours later.

Ron screwed up his face.

"That's one of your best friends from home, right?"

Ron nodded.

Amanda walked away and came back with a damp washcloth, wiping off his sweaty, pale face. "She got ahold of me. Actually she got ahold of Mike, but he gave her mine number." Mike was their boss. Again, he screwed up his face.

"She found you. Says that she had to talk to the people at the hospital in London to find out where you were, but then she talked to some people and found out where you work and stuff. She's here, Ron,"

Ron pushed her away and grabbed for the bowl, retching once again.

"Can she come visit you, Ron?"

Ron just sat there, staring at the comforter of the bed. He bit his lip. He shook his head, no. Then he nodded, yes. He nodded again. "Yeah," he croaked.

Hermione entered a second later. "Ron," she whispered through her tears as she walked into his room.

"Hi 'Mione," he said quietly, his voice still hurting from throwing up all day. He had a lot of questions to ask her but he didn't have time because the next words that came out of her mouth immediately made him throw up again. But this time, he didn't throw up because of his episode. Damn karma is a bitch.

"It's Harry, Ron. The war is over. But he's…"