New Feelings

Discovered

*Ron's POV*

I skimmed the walls of merchandise till I found what I was looking for. "Ah, there it is. The newest Skiving Snackbox! Chronic ear infection! This will be helpful!" I pick one off the shelf and turn around to find George so I can pay for this and get out. There's always so many people in here, it starts to drive me insane. I finally spot him standing by the new machine he wouldn't let me try. Jerk. But, hold on. Is he kissing someone? Wouldn't that be nice. He's been so depressed lately. I shove through a cluster of customers to get a better look. I take in a sharp breath. Is that... Hermione?! It sure looks like it! He's making out with MY girlfriend! I march over there, knocking people out of my way. "GEORGE! HERMIONE! WHAT'S GOING ON!" I shriek. George pulls away. He looks flustered. " Uh I... I don't r-really k-know. He stutters. "I just came over to ask her what she thought of my new invention and she started kissing me." I turn to Hermione. "Why would you kiss George! We're dating!" Hermione giggles-something very unusual, and starts twirling her hair. " Yeaahh... About that. I think we should break up. It wasn't working out very well anyways." She puts her arms around George's waist and pulls herself closer to him. " George looks uncomfortable. Besides, I'm in love with George!" She tries to kiss him again, but George steps back. I'm shaking with fury. How could they do this to me! One of my best friends, who happened to be my girlfriend, and my own brother! If that isn't betrayal, then I don't know what is. Hermione and I were the golden couple of the school! Everyone said we were meant for each other. I guess they were wrong. I start to shout. "You know what! You can go ahead and date as long as you like! I couldn't care less! With that I ran out the door and headed straight for the Leaky Cauldron. I race down the road and burst through the small, creaky door. I walk into the old, shabby restaurant. I plop down at a small table. "Two fire whiskeys please." I say to the waiter. He looks at me sympathetically. "Was it a girl?" He asks. I nod. He goes to the bar for a moment, and comes back with the bottles. He hands them to me. "Here. On the house." I thank him and pop the cap of my drink. I sip its contents in a few gulps. It burns my throat, a feeling that isn't entirely unpleasant. I open the next bottle and slurp it down as well. I toss my bottles in the trash and get up to leave. I stagger out the door. I may have over done it a bit. My vision blurs, and I jerk to the left and trip on a rock. Then I hit the dirt and all I can see is blackness.