Talking to the Moon
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Chapter 5: Selfish
Ron cursed his own stupidity. They were gone, of course they were. How could he have let his emotions take over so much that he just left? He abandoned his friends in their time of need. They were always there for him when he needed and yet he failed them, again.
It was the jealousy and the stupid necklace. Now that the necklace was gone Ron could think clearly. A little peptalk from his big brother Bill helped too.
Ron was always concerned with what he didn't have instead of what he did have. Harry would understand. Like the Triwizard Tournament no real words would be needed for him and Harry to be friend again. They fought, they got over it.
Hermione was a whole other story. She wouldn't get it. Ron didn't fully get it himself. Yes, Ron was in love with Hermione, if he were honest with himself he had been since their fourth year. They were friends, always had been. If he tried to make and move and she rejected him it would just ruin everything. Last year she hinted that she might want more but how was Ron supposed to truly know? How was he supposed to risk his friendship for a maybe? Then he just had to go mess things up.
Figuring he might as well make camp for the night, Ron put his diluminator away and began to make camp. It was late at night. Crescent moon not giving him nearly enough light. In the morning he'd go looking again. He'd have to make it up to his friends, but most importantly he had to stop being an idiot. He wanted Hermione and he was going to have to put himself out there.
Every night the list of people dying because of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named grew. It's pointless to waste any time with the ones you love when your name can be the next name on the list.
No, Ron could don't die like this. He had to be held my Hermione one more time, he had to feel her hair tickle his chin as she fell asleep on his chest again. He had to smell her perfume and hold her in his arms at least one more time. Except, once is never enough. Ron has to know what her lips felt like. He had to know how it felt to hear those three sacred words. He had to know what expression would be on her face when he told her. He loves her and every day not being by her side, not knowing if she's living or dead is pure agony.
Ron didn't have a tent this time, just a bag full of clothes and an old blanket. Using the bag as a pillow. Ron laid down and glanced at the stars. Something quickly moved across see his vision. A shooting star, supposedly they granted wishes. If anyone else saw the star they probably would've wished for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's demise, but Ron had to admit he was selfish. All he wished for was Hermione. If he had her he didn't need anything else.