《Drarry One-Shots》

06: Meddlesome Friends: Part 01

I know I said that Ron is one of my favourites last chapter, and he is, but for the sake of this, I must sacrifice him for the greater good of the plot.

Don't worry, he isn't dying. Y'all are probably gonna try to kill him though...

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"Harry! You're finally here!" Hermione exclaimed as she opened the door for him to come in.

She threw her arms over his shoulders and brought him down for a hug. Not that he needed to bend down, they were pretty much the same height, him being only 3 inches taller than her. Nonetheless, he buried his face into his friend's fluffy hair, taking in her soothing scent and basking in her warmth.

He was cold. It was still early in autumn.

She let him go and dragged him to the living room where Ron was watching the telly.

Ever since Hermione had introduced him to muggle technology - the television really - Ron had gotten very attached to the television. The first week, he had asked questions upon questions about how it worked and what did the buttons on the remote do. Second week and onwards, he had invited Harry over every single day just to watch the TV. It got worse after Hermione introduced him to DVD's. He'd spent a whole week watching every single Disney movie ever made and could act out almost the whole Lion King movie.

"Mate! Hey!" he said, once he could take his eyes away from the screen.

"Hi Ron," he muttered quietly, not really knowing how to act. He took a seat on the recliner while Hermione took a seat on the couch beside Ron.

"You look like a right mess," Ron pointed out once he got a good look at him. This got a jab to the side by his wife. He glared at her.

"Gee, Thanks Ron. I appreciate it," he murmured and took a sip of tea from the tea cup that had been floating in front of him.

He knew he looked like a mess, he had looked like one for five months now - not that he was counting. It couldn't be helped, he didn't have anyone to keep him in check. At least, not anymore...

He mentally shook away his thoughts. He shouldn't think about him now. Not now. Not today. Not ever.

"Is this about you and the Ferret?" Ron asked, taking a big gulp of his coffee.

"What? No! It's just..." he trailed off. He didn't know what to say. What could he say anyways.

"So it is about him," Hermione piped up beside Ron, turning off the telly, despite Ron's protests, to focus on the conversation at hand.

Harry wished that Hermione hadn't turned off the telly. It would have stopped Ron's nagging and prodding into his private life.

Harry mentally braced himself for the upcoming conversation. He knew it was going to get infuriating emotional in the next few minutes.

"Really mate? It's been five months!" Ron barked out incredulously, his hands thrown out in the air in exasperation.

"So what if it has been 5 month..." he mumbled out, taking a sip of tea to calm his nerves. He carefully set it down on the table and laid his hands on his lap.

"Oh, Harry..." Hermione sighed. "You know it's not healthy to keep thinking about him... it's been 5 months, you should try to move on..." She finally looked up to meet his gaze. Her eyes told him of something he hated. Her eyes told him she felt sorry for him.

He hated it when people looked at him like that. It made him feel pitied. Made him feel like he was weak. It made him feel as if they didn't think he could do it. Couldn't get over it. He hated feeling that way. It made him uncomfortable.