Summer Love - Ron Weasley

27 - Breakfast with the Malfoys

Today is the day. It's my birthday. I should be excited. I'm 16 and I'm letting myself be happy. Still, I let my mind wonder to the other night.

Tuesday Night

I'm sitting in my room, watching a show when I hear a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I call out.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, the door opens. I look up and I see Harry.

Harry Potter is standing at my bedroom door after I made it abundantly clear several times that we are to pretend the other does not exist.

"Hi, Elena." he mumbles.

He won't look me in the eyes. Harry always had a problem with eye contacts when he was in the wrong.

"Harry. Why are you in my house? How are you in my house? Who let you in?" I question.

He walks over to the bed and sits down.

"We need to talk." Harry states.

He finally makes eye contact with me and I squint at him. I most certainly did not invite him to sit on my bed.

"Whatever it is, it must be important enough for you to challenge your life by sitting on my bed" I ask.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't imagine my life without you in it. You were one of my best friends before everything. Why can't we go back to that?" he questions.

"I used to love you." I blurt out.

Harry looks up at me and I sigh. Because I truly don't mean for this to keep happening, but it does. And I need it to stop.

Because I'm almost certain this love I'm speaking of needs no more discussion. Everyone knows what it was and it will never be that again.

"Oh, Merlin. That just came flying out of my face. It's just I-I really did love you. Shit, I did it again. And I have been trying so hard not to talk about it. I've been trying so hard to just push it down and ignore it and not bring attention back to it." I ramble.

Or maybe it will be?

"And there are tons of great guys, there are, but it would never work out. Because of the fact that I-I used to love you. I was so in love with you and you fucked me up so bad. You are like a disease. It's like I'm infected by Harry Potter. It's quite hard to think about anything or anybody. I can't sleep, I can't breathe, I can't eat. And its because I loved you. All the time, every minute of every day." I ramble on.

"Len-." Harry starts.

"I'm not done." I cut him off.

There's absolutely nothing in the world that would've prepared me for this rant. Because somewhere deep inside of me, I need to get this off my chest.

"I loved you. Everything I did, in a way, was for you. And we can never go back to that. Nor would I ever want to. But for the sake of everyone else, we have to bury this and move on." I turn to him.

"I'm not going to leave Cho." he blurts out.

"Oi, nobody fucking asked you to. Can you get off-."

I cut myself off and we sit here in silence for what feels like an eternity. I'm trying to come up with what to say or do that won't start another argument. Because it's obvious he took it in the sense that I didn't want him to.

"Are you in love with her, Harry?" I query.

"Yes." Harry smiles.

I nod in response. There's truly nothing I can do in this moment. If I bite his head off and tell him a bunch of rude things, he'll feel like an imbecile and storm out of here.