Obsessed

𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃

THIRD PERSON
Ron had been trying to get a conversation out of Harry for a while, hating how he hasn't really smiled since what happened with Y/N.

Ron approached Harry as he watched Y/N and Hermione cook something in the kitchen from where he sat, at the table.

"That's not nearly enough seasoning." Y/N used her hips to move Hermione, a smile on her face.

"Obviously you don't require my help." Hermione grinned and moved away.

Y/N chuckled, "No offense Hermione but, I don't want my food to be bland." She insulted, receiving a dropped jaw from Hermione.

"You did not!" Hermione shoved Y/N.

"Did I say something?" Y/N looked at her with a confused expression that seemed very sincere.

Their voices drowned out to Harry after a while when he chose to focus on the fact that he wasn't the one being teased by her.

He wanted to apologize a million times, knowing it's worked for him the past few conflicts but, this time it felt real.

A little too real.

It was to the point where he didn't know what to do, how to feel. He didn't want to talk to anyone else but her.

Ron pulled out a chair to sit by Harry, "How are doing?" He attempted to get a couple words from him.

"I'm fine." Harry blankly stated.

"Come on, mate," Ron persuaded, "I know something's wrong."

"Nothing more than the fact that my girlfriend just broke up with me yesterday, Ron." Harry snapped at him, "All in which you know about and are aware of how much I care for said girlfriend so yes, maybe something is wrong."

"Well-"

"Oh wait, ex girlfriend. I nearly forgotten." Harry sighed, trying not to get too upset with himself.

"Sorry," Ron looked down at the table, "I was only trying to help-"

"You've helped enough." Harry interrupted Ron, "Now, if you don't mind."

Ron wasn't done with him just yet, "Why does it sound like you're blaming me for your relationship that went downhill?"

Harry stared at him for a few seconds before standing up and aggressively pushing his chair back under the table.

"So now you have not a bloody thing to say?" Ron watched as Harry walked off, standing up himself.

"I've got a couple of things to say- none that will lead to good." Harry sighed.

"Go ahead," Ron crossed his arms, "I've got time."

Harry blinked at him, "I'm not doing this." He continued to stroll away.

"Fine," Ron raised his voice, catching the girls' attention, "But don't go telling yourself that I'm the reason you can't be persistent with your own love life." He finished, making Harry stop in his tracks and turn around.

"At least I have a love life." Harry curled his lip at the redhead.

"Not anymore." Ron scoffed.

"Because of you." Harry stepped closer to him.

"Oh really, how come?" Ron dropped his arms to slide his hands into his pockets.

"You're spreading lies, Ron. Everything you told her wasn't nearly in the right sense as to what I told you." Harry used his hands to communicate, motioning back and forth between them.