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Hero gets the girl

Hi! So I'm back! I'm actually sick today so I've been in my bed since like 1:00 pm so I had time to write. Thanks😊

She kissed him. She bloody well kissed him. Yeah, it was only on the cheek, but it's not like she'd done anything of the sort to you. No, he was the one who'd faced the dark wizard, he was the one who'd survived all three dangerous tasks of the tournament. You had just stood on the sidelines. He's the hero. He gets the girl. That's the way it's always been, and you don't suppose it's going to change this time. You don't even know how exactly you feel about her, but it doesn't matter, because whether you fancy her or not, she's going to be his. Because the hero gets the girl.

(7th year, after Ron walks out)

She chose him. You'd given her the choice, and she'd chosen to stay with him. And to think, after everything you'd done to win her over! You thought you had a chance, you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be with her. But no, he was the hero. He was the "Chosen One", the "Boy Who Lived." What're you? The sidekick. Just the sidekick. Who would choose you over the great Harry Potter? He was the brave one, the noble one. You're just an immature git who says the wrong thing at the wrong time, and who just walked out on his best friends. Why, why did you have to do that? Why did you have to get your hopes up? Now you've left them, the best friends you've ever had. You should have known: it never mattered that you love her, the whole matter was written in stone the day the three of you met at Hogwarts. Because the hero gets the girl.

(7th year, at Shell Cottage)

She'd almost died. She would have, had Fenrir gotten his way. Her screams are still fresh in your head, torturing you. What if she had died? What if you had never told her? Does it even matter whether you tell her or not? Sure, Harry had denied it, but that didn't change the fact that he was the hero, and you were the sidekick. The sidekick doesn't get the girl. And even if she wasn't in love with him, she'd still end up with a hero, and if there's one thing you know for sure, you are anything but a hero. You are a pathetic sidekick, so insecure you ran out on your best friends when they needed you most. Why did you run out? Because you were too thick to realize that the girl you love doesn't want you. She wants a hero, a protector, someone brave, noble, loyal, perfect. You are none of those things. The hero gets the girl.

"Ron?"

A quiet voice interrupts your thoughts. You blush, realizing you were just thinking of her. You try to hide your embarrassment as you smile at her in greeting and gesture for her to sit down. She looks still shaky on her feet.

You are quiet for awhile. She is too. You gaze into the fire, thinking of her, how perfect she is, how you almost lost her. You feel her eyes on you. You know she is trying to read your thoughts, but luckily it is unlikely she can practice Legillimency.

After a few moments, you hear two things: a strangled sob, and footsteps. Next you feel two skinny arms squeeze you tightly. You manage to loosen them, but then stand up and turn around in order to embrace her properly. You feel stinging in your eyes; tears are threatening to come out. No. They can't. She can't know. You can't let her know how pathetic you are.

But you can hardly believe she's still here, alright and in your arms, after all that's happened. You don't deserve it. You are a prat. You've made her cry many times, and you know it. More reason she will never be yours.

"I'm sorry," you murmur to her. She pulls back a bit and looks at you questioningly.

"For what?"

You take a deep breath, wanting to word something correctly for once in your life. "For everything. Being a prat. Not being good enough. Everything I've ever done, really."