I know, I know. I am so sorry that I haven't uploaded for... what is it... months?? But you know how life is- work, work and... wait for it... more work!! I have had literally no time to write and I feel terrible. However, I will be uploading more regularly now so without further ado, here's the next chapter of Star Crossed Lovers.

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Walking back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry was grinning like an idiot, earning him a few weird looks, but he couldn't care less. Everything was perfect. Except that time would pass so slowly between the present moment and the night to come when Harry would meet Draco at the Room of Requirement. What to expect, he didn't know. All he knew was that it would be wonderful. He looked out a window and saw a splash of red lounging out in the grounds under their favourite tree. Ron he thought as he hurried down to meet his friend.

"Come on, Ron. Let's go inside. It's hot and Slytherins will be out soon."

"Who cares? Not I. If a couple of snakes slither along the grass, a lion does not run in fear. Let them come and I shall welcome in a way befitting a Gryffindor."

Neville looked at his friend in worry. These hot days make the Slytherins and Gryffindors restless he thought and I don't think we shall escape a fight if they come.

Blaise strolled across the green grass, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He noticed the two teenagers under a tree and smirked. This should be fun.

The three strode over and looked down at the seated two. "Good day, Gryffindors," Blaise purred.

"Good day to you too, Slytherins," Ron smiled, squinting up at the others, "what brings you here on this beautiful day?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Ah, aren't we all. So, Severus no longer offering his services to students? What a shame."

Blaise gritted his teeth. "Why you…"

Ron stood up and stared, a crooked smile on his lips. "Yes?"

Blaise looked over his shoulder and noticed a raven-haired boy hurrying towards them. He smiled. "Peace," he said, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder, "here comes my man."

"Ron!" Harry cried, running up to his friend and pulling him into a hug from behind, "you'll never guess what just happened-" then stopped as he noticed what company they were in. He let his arms drop and inclined his head. "Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle," he said cautiously.

"Potter," Blaise spat, "here you are at last."

"At last? You have been looking for me?"

"Don't act for me, Potter! You know why I am here!"

"Actually, I don't."

Ron and Neville snickered, believing that Harry was taking the piss. Actually, Harry was being deadly serious.

"Of course you do!" Blaise cried, taking a step towards his opponent, "you came to the masked party last night, you danced with Draco Malfoy, the heir of Slytherin! I saw you!"

"I meant no harm to you nor to any of your kindred."

"Of course you did!" Blaise snarled, drawing forth his wand.

Harry took a step back, raising his hands. "I'm serious, I meant no harm. Blaise, member of Slytherin house, I bear neither you nor any of your friends any animosity. Instead I have cause to love you as a brother, for reasons that you cannot know so please believe me and let this matter drop." He turned around and started walking away.

Blaise growled and pointed his wand at the Gryffindors back, crying "Stand and fight, scum! Typical Gryffindor, they don't have the guts to face another! Expelliarmous!"

Because Harry was not carrying his wand, the spell threw him to the ground, winding him in the process.

Harry slowly got to his feet and turned around. "You have insulted me, my friends and attacked me from behind. Be satisfied because I will not fight you."

"But I will." Ron stepped forth, his wand drawn and pointing at Blaise's chest, "in the process of insulting Harry, you have insulted me and I shall not let it pass. If you want to fight, here I am, ready and willing."

"I don't want you," Blaise muttered, his eyes fixed on Harry.

"But I want you!" Ron cried, "Stupefy!"

Blaise hit the ground and Ron pounced, punching the Slytherin in the jaw.

"Ron!" Harry cried, pulling his friend off.

Blaise jumped to his feet, eyes blazing. "Expelliarmous!"

And so the fight began, curses and spells flying in all directions, some hitting their mark, some not. Sometimes wands became fists which drew blood. Grabbe and Goyle, watched on, grinning. Neville, seeing that things were getting out of hand had raced off to get someone from the castle.

"Ron!" Harry cried, yanking his friend back, "Ron, stop it!"

"Harry, let me go. He has to pay-"

"Stupefy!" Blaise cried, hitting Ron in the centre of his chest.

Ron gasped and fell to the ground, pulling Harry down with him.

"Ron, are you OK?" Harry said, pushing back his friend's hair and peering down into his face.

Ron laughed and his face contorted in pain. "Of course… ugh… why wouldn't I be?"

"You look all pale…"

"Wow, that's weird," Ron giggled than grimaced, "actually Harry, you know, I do feel a little weird."

"Just lay still."

"Everything's fading around me… I can't feel my fingers…"

"Ron?!"

"Hold me Harry."

Harry gathered his friend into his arms, crying. "Ron, don't go!"

"Huh, I don't think I really have a choice. Who would know, stupefy can be… ugh… lethal."

"Don't say that! You are not going to die!"

Suddenly Ron pushed Harry off and staggered to his feet, his eyes full of hate and sorrow. "A plague on both your houses!" he cried, stumbling and nearly falling.

Harry ran over to help him but the red-head pushed him off, "No, leave me! See what hate can do? Because of bitter rivalries, I am dying… a plague on Slytherin and Gryffindor!" and he fell to the ground.

Harry fell to his knees and gathered his friend up again. "Ron? Ron!" he cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Harry, before I go, before it is too late…"

"No, save your energy," Harry sobbed, already knowing that it was too late.

"No, let me say it," Ron lifted his hand and gently cupped Harry's face, "I love… I love…"

"Yes, Ron?"

Then the hand dropped and Ron was no more. "RON!" Harry screamed, sobbing into his best friend's hair, "Ron! Don't leave me! Don't leave me…"

Then, his breathing settled. He gently kissed Ron's already cooling brow and laid him down on the grass. Then he slowly stood, straightened and looked at Blaise who was still standing there in shock, his face contorted in hate and pain. He slowly raised his hand and pointed an accusatory finger at the Slytherin before him. "You did this!"

"I didn't mean-"

"See what you have done!" Harry shouted, seeing nothing but the teenager in front of him, feeling nothing but hate, "He was my best friend!"

Suddenly he whipped out his wand, pointed it at the young man and cried out the unforgivable "Avada Kervada!"

A flash of green light and Blaise's body spiraled back and landed a few feet away with a sickening thump, his eyes staring skywards, blank and unseeing.

Harry stood there, his wand still raised, breathing heavily. Then, the realisation hit him. He dropped his wand as if it was red hot and stepped back. "What have I done?" he screamed to the gathering clouds above him.

Then, noticing Neville running towards him, closely followed by a collection of teachers he turned and ran towards the Forbidden Forest, leaving chaos and disaster his wake.

I'm so sorry for any of you Ron-lovers out there but Shakespeare did write a tragedy and the definition of a tragedy is that 1) it is sad and 2) practically everyone is dead in the end. I'm not sure if stupefy can kill but lets say it can because I can't think of another appropriate spell. I couldn't use Avarda Kervada because Blaise didn't mean to kill Ron, only hurt him and teach him a lesson. However, Harry did mean to kill Blaise. Also, in this universe, using the Unforgiveables does not mean Azkaban. It just means that Harry is expelled and sent to Durmstrang. I know thats a little weird but I had to kill him somehow!! LOL!!

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