Poetic Tragedy

Prologue -

Ron lay in the dungeons with his arms straight out like a T. Wand in one hand and a shocked expression. The room was filled with smoke, but Ron didn't care, he couldn't even move. The mirror that was in front of him stood cracked in the center and paint was chipping off in the corners. He lay there and as his thoughts began to sink and fade away into the darkness he thought of Harry and Hermione and how stupid they were. How very stupid indeed. In all the years he's been with them fighting dark lords and the evils of the wizarding world they couldn't even pick out the one time when Ron needed them the most. Right now...

-Beginning of the End-

Ron walked into the Gryffindor common room where all his friends were doing their homework. It was close to Christmas break and the testing started. Ron was holding three incredibly large books, one for potions and two on the history of wizards. He told his parents that he would try really hard to get good points on his end of semester grades because he was starting to slack off and, the teachers sent progress owls home. He sat down in front of the fire where no one was and opened the first book. "How to Tell a Potion from Your Average Drink and How to be Prepared for What Comes Next." Ron sighed and began reading for what seemed like forever. He closed the book on the 7^th chapter and noticed that no one was in the common room and that 9 o'clock pm had suddenly turned into 1:30 in the morning. "I guess time does fly when ones have 'fun'" he said to himself as walked up to the boys' dorm room. As he got closer to the door he could hear talking, a girl and a boy. Shocked he wondered who it could be and why they were up so late.

"I don't have much to worry about this year the tests get easier and easier for me" said one voice.

"Oh and I suppose you think you're the queen of the world because of it..."

Ron made out the voices to be Harry and Hermione, his two best friends. He didn't see them walk in but it didn't matter, he wanted to study without interruptions. The voices got quiet and he could hear ruffling of bed sheets and maybe a few kisses here and there. Ron got angry, he told Harry about all of his life. Including the parts about where he liked Hermione since the 1^st year when she saved him from the devil's snare. Ron burst in the room not looking at the bed but he could tell the two had stopped what they were doing. Ron took off his pants and his sweater revealing boxers and a T-shirt. He got in his bed not facing the two and pulled the covers over his head.

He could hear small voices and then footsteps getting out of the bed and leaving the room and finally the door shut.

"Ron what's wrong?" he heard Harry say.

Ron paused. "If you liked her, too, you could have just told me instead of fucking her behind my back," Ron said and turned to his side and fell asleep so he didn't have to talk to Harry anymore.