Open Up My Eager Eyes

OPEN UP MY EAGER EYES

"Harry, I'm going to send Ron home, alright?"

Harry didn't bother leaving the couch to see his best friend off. "Alright. Have a safe trip, Ron."

He heard his friend grunt something in return, then the door shut behind his wife and best friend.

Coming out of my cage,

I've been doing just fine.

Gotta, gotta be down

'Cause I want it all.

He remembered the first time when he began to suspect an affair between Hermione and Ron. They were having a casual dinner when he began to notice the way his friend felt about his wife. He'd always reach over the table and touch her arm. He always cared too much about her problems - his sympathy was so extreme that it was almost fake.

It started out with a kiss,

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss...it was only a kiss.

Then of course there was that time when Ron was on his way home (much like today) - Hermione said it was a purely platonic kiss.

Harry angrily flipped through the channels on TV. They all sucked. Or maybe he was just too paranoid to enjoy it. He looked at the window in annoyance. He couldn't stop himself. He ran over to it and watched as Hermione and Ron waited outside for a cab. They were both laughing.

Maybe it was nothing. It probably was nothing. He was just imagining it. Hermione would never cheat on him. He turned the TV off and threw the remote on the couch. He needed some sleep.

Now I'm falling asleep,

And she's calling a cab.

While he's having a smoke,

And she's taking a drag,

He could picture what they were doing without even having to look. Ever since his father died in the final war, Ron had taken up some bad habits. Harry and Hermione tried to convince him that getting lung cancer wouldn't help him, but he didn't listen. He became the bad boy. He skipped classes often and never hesitated to commit crimes - from stealing to killing. Harry didn't like him much, after he found out that Ron was the one who had deliberately killed Malfoy.

He tossed in his bed. Why couldn't he sleep? He shut his eyes and tried focusing on something else.

Now they're going to bed,

And my stomach is sick.

And it's all in my head,

But she's touching his chest now.

He takes off her dress now.

Let me go.

His thoughts plagued his dreams. He kept picturing his wife kissing his best friend - again and again. He would then tell her that she shouldn't be doing this - only to make her want to do it even more. Then he began undressing her, kissing her where he shouldn't. Harry's eyes snapped open and he sprang up on his bed.

I just can't look it's killing me,

And taking control.

Jealousy turning saints into the sea,

Swimming through sick lullaby

Choking on your alibi

But it's just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

He shook his head as he took in deep breaths. Thank God it was just a dream, or was it? He slowly climbed out of bed and walked over to the window again. They were still sitting out there. Did she call the cab or not? Ron had his arm around her now. And their faces were much closer than he was comfortable with.

The last time he caught them together, she said she forgot to tell him because he was on a mission for McGonagall. Then she added, "If you could have come, of course I would have told you." That was what broke the camel's back.

Open up my eager eyes

I'm Mr. Brightside.

The cab finally came. Harry watched as Ron put his things in the trunk. He and Hermione were still talking. Would they just shut up already? There really wasn't that much to talk about!

Why was he being so bitter? They were just friends. He repeated that to himself. They were just friends. Then he saw Ron walk over to his wife and kiss her, on the lips, for more than a minute. Open up your eyes Harry, that was not "platonic".

Coming out of my cage,

Everything is just fine.

Gotta, gotta be down

'Cause I want it all.

Harry grabbed his coat and his wand and stormed out the door. Ron was opening the cab door when he shouted for him to stop.

It started out with a kiss,

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss...it was only a kiss.

Hermione looked at him - fear flooded her eyes. Harry had his wand out, pointed directly at Ron. This can't be happening was what she said. Put your wand down was what she said.

And I'm falling asleep,

And she's phoning a cab.

While he's having a smoke,

And she's taking a drag,

Now they're going to bed,

And my stomach is sick.

And it's all in my head,

But she's touching his chest now.

He takes off her dress now.

Let me go.

His dream replayed in his mind - it replayed over and over again like a broken record. He saw it so much that he could no longer believe that it was only a dream. It was real, he told himself. It was real.

I just can't look it's killing me,

And taking control.

Jealousy turning saints into the sea,

Swimming through sick lullaby

Choking on your alibi

But it's just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Ron put his hands in the air. "Don't do it," he said to Harry. "You don't know the situation. There's something I still have to tell you," he said.

Open up my eager eyes

I'm Mr. Bright side.

"I know exactly what I saw," Harry growled. "I know exactly what you're going to tell me."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

His best friend fell to the ground. His wife ran to his dead body. The cab driver shot out of the car and scrambled down the street. What did he just do?

I never...

Hermione was crying hysterically. She looked up at him with hate. He's never seen her look at him like that before.

I never...

It wasn't long before cops and medics came. They surrounded his little house and the cops held their guns to his head. He's never been so scared before. He dropped his wand.

I never...

Hermione was still holding Ron, holding his head to her chest. Harry then realized something he had never seen. Ron had an earring. An earring on his right side. Ron never married - he never had a girlfriend. In fact, he never showed any interest in any girl.

Harry's mouth fell open. What did he do?

Hermione came up to him as he was shoved into the police car. Her breathing was jagged and harsh. "You selfish, stupid bastard," she said. "Ron was gay."

She slammed the door shut and walked away.

He's never felt so regretful.