𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

He's all I wanna be | Ron Weasley

Thank you for the request @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Th steady drip, drip, drip and the low voices of Harry and Hermione were the only sounds I could hear as I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, resting my head on them. I couldn't understand the muffled conversation, but soon, I recognised the voice of another.

"-don't you think I'm not listening too? Do you think I don't know how this feels?!"
"NO, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THIS FEELS! YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD, YOU HAVE NO FAMILY!"
I slid off the chair making my way through the tent and to the source of the shouting, already dreading the scene soon to be displayed before me.
I pushed through a curtain and stopped in my tracks. Within seconds I analysed the situation, on my right, there was Harry, his face shocked and hurt, on my left Ron, livid and fuming. And then there was Hermione, she stood next to one of the chairs, looking rather alarmed.
"Ron-," She began, taking a step towards the red-head, but halting when he turned his furious gaze upon her instead.
"What?!" He spat, his face almost as read as his hair.
She stayed silent, almost shrinking under his gaze.
"Don't give her shit-," Harry began to say, but Ron's voice cut through his sentence.
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"Okay, Ron, that's enough," This time I interrupted, stepping forwards and placing a hand on his arm.
He glared at me, but before he could say anything, I continued, "Take the locket off."
"What?"
"Take it off, you wouldn't be saying all this to Harry-,"
"What, so you're defending him? And here I was thinking you weren't like all the other girls obsessed with Saint-Potter!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" I protested, withdrawing my hand and crossing my arms.
"Don't think I don't see how you look at him, the way you smile when he smiles, the way you watch him, the way you talk to him."
"I- what?" Dumbfounded, I stared at Ron, just realising that he was suggesting that I had a crush on Harry. Little did Ron know that I fancied him since fourth year and the only Person that knew was Harry
He sniggered, grimacing at me.
"Don't play dumb, Y/n, it's been really obvious that you like him, I mean-,"
"Ron, stop." I held a hand up, turning my face away so he didn't see how deeply that had hurt.
"Please, give it to me."
"Y/N, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST-,"
"RON! GIVE ME THE DAMN LOCKET!"
"FINE, TAKE YOUR DUMB LOCKET, I DON'T WANT IT ANYWAY, THIS WHOLE THING, IT'S UNHEALTHY!" He ripped the locket off his neck, throwing it onto the floor in front of Hermione.
"The locket's not dumb-,"
"SHUT IT, HARRY!" We chorused.

There was a strained silence in which the sound of the rain only grew louder in my ears. My breath hitched in my throat when Ron spoke again.
"Are you coming, or are you staying?"
I looked at Hermione, seeing her face agonised, tears in her eyes.
"I- Ron, please-,"
"Of course, Saint-Potter wins."
He turned his steely gaze upon me again.
"I recon you're staying here."
It was more a statement than a question. I gave a small nod, my eyes brimming with tears too.
"Fine," He grunted, shooting us all one last, livid look before turning and running out.
"Ron- RON!" I called after him, "Please, come back!"
I sprinted out of the tent and into the rain only to see the red hair of my best friend and secretly, the love of my life, disappear in a whirl of sleet and wind.
"RON!" I shouted one last time, but it had no use, he was gone.
Sobbing, I ran around in the pouring rain, even when Hermione tried taking me back inside, I refused to believe that he would do this to us, to me.

An hour later and I had finally let my cold and soaked for be dragged into the tent. I was wrapped in a warm blanket in the same chair I had sat before the shouting. I was wearing one of my large jumpers, which Molly had given me for Christmas once and a pair of sweatpants. Salty tears still rolled down my face as we sat in silence, an occasional sniffle breaking it now and then. I sucked in a deep breath, running my fingers through my messy hair, getting them caught in several knots. My eyes wondered around the room, over Hermione, who was curled up into a ball on her bed, eyes shut tightly, though I knew she was awake, on to Harry, his expression solemn and his face in his hands and finally, the vacant bed, which had belonged to Ron. I sniffled again, wiping my sleeve over my red nose and my eyes, drying the tears.
I must have moved to the bed somehow, because when I woke up in the morning, I was no longer in the chair.