Summer Love - Ron Weasley

16 - Hands Off

On the train ride back, I lay my head on Ron's lap. I'm awaiting sleep that seems like it'll never come.

"Is she asleep?" Hermione asks.

"I think so. She looks so peaceful." Ron whispers.

Ron begins running his fingers through my hair. I hear someone suck in a breathe and mutter.

"That's just brilliant." Harry mumbles.

"What is?" Ron questions.

"It's like you're her boyfriend." Harry huffs.

"Oh, yeah?" Ron replies.

"Yeah. I always knew you liked her but this is just desperate." Harry seethes.

"Don't have to be desperate. Anybody would be a better boyfriend than you, Mr. Can't choose between two women. Oh, I love Cho. But I have always loved Elena. Bloody hell, does this rerun ever stop airing?" Ron groans.

"Cry me a fucking river. You have liked Elena for years. I know it. Hermione knows it. Even Colin Creevey knows it. Yeah, I fucked up. But don't make it seem like you weren't just waiting for an opportunity where you could find an in." Harry snaps.

"Both of you shut the fuck up." Hermione whisper-shouts.

The train car falls silent for a moment before anyone utters another word.

"Harry! Ron is right. You have acted like a prick about this situation the entire time. And we are tired of hearing about the shite." she states.

I hear Hermione slap his arm. Ron chuckles to himself while his fingers are still tangled in my hair.

"And you! I don't know what the hell Harry is talking about, and I won't try to, but calm the hell down. This genuinely does not concern you and we should leave it up to Harry and Elena." Hermione sighs.

"You see, that's where you're wrong. It does concern me because she is my best friend. Just because he's my best friend as well doesn't mean I'm going to let him get away with hurting her." Ron responds.

Lifting his arms, he accidentally knocks into me and I fall onto the floor. I jolt fully awake and groan in agony.

"Bloody hell! I'm sorry, Lenie." Ron exclaims, reaching his hand out.

I grab it as he pulls me back onto the bench.

"You people argue too much. I should at least have a say in it." I groan out, still rubbing my back.

"Y-You heard what we were saying?" Ron asks with crimson cheeks.

"Anyone with ears in a 30 foot distance can hear that the pair of you were practically ripping each other's heads off. And despite that, I wasn't fully sleep. How could I be when World War III was launching in our compartment?" I chuckle.

Nobody laughs with me so I fake a cough. After pretending to clear my throat, I turn to Harry.

"Harry, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" I query.

"S-Sure, come on." he stammers a response.

I drag him by his arm and through the other compartments until I find one that is empty.