Lost Friends

Harry, "the boy who lived", famous Gryffindor seeker, my best friend. Well, that's how it used to be. He still is "the boy who lived" and a famous Gryffindor seeker, but he is not my best friend anymore. He isn't even my friend. It all started in our sixth year, when Harry and Draco were assigned to work together in potions class. I was assigned to work with Pansy, and I figured that since Pansy and Draco were sort of friends that we could do our projects together, the four of us, it would make it more bearable. Draco of course refused to work with me, so Harry and Draco and Pansy and I had to work in our own pairs.

Harry and Draco started talking more, as friends did. I figured it was just a temporary thing because they were being forced to work together. But even after the project was finished they would still hang out. I would find Harry and Draco smoking together out near the Forbidden Forest with a few other Slytherins. Whenever I would ask Harry if he wanted to go and play Quidditch he would reject the offer because he was doing something with Draco. After a few weeks Harry even started eating at the Slytherin table! It made me sick. Soon, Harry started avoiding me, until that soon just became ignoring me all together. I thought he was ignoring Hermione too, but he wasn't, they were still the same friends that they used to be. I knew something was up, so I asked Hermione to ask Harry what the deal was because I had a feeling I couldn't get a straight answer out of Harry.

Hermione came up to me in the common room where I was studying. She was about to say something but stopped. She let out a deep sigh. "Ron, uh, Harry said that...he didn't want to be friends with you anymore...sorry," she said in a slow hesitant voice and then left.

There were a lot of other Gryffindors in the common room still so I had to keep my emotions low. I acted as if I was fine, like losing a friend of six years was something I went through on a daily basis, no big deal. I bit my lower lip to hold back the tears that I could feel swelling up. This took strength, strength I couldn't gain from playing Quidditch, or lifting weights, this was strength I had to look for in a deep down place. It was a place that I hadn't visited very often up until that day. I almost gathered enough of that deep down strength, but I let a few tears slide down my cheek. I immediately rose my hand to my eye and pretended that I just had something in it.

I thought about going to the bathroom and letting it all out. Letting those big salty tears fall to the ground. I knew though, that once I started I wouldn't stop. It would turn into a loud cry, complete with hiccuping cough and runny nose. People would be able to tell that I was crying, and I couldn't let that happen. If Harry found out that I was crying like this I would feel as though I lost all of my dignity. I knew I had to confront him about it, it was my duty as a man.

I went to my room and waited for Harry to come. After about an hour I heard him drag himself into bed. I took a deep breath. "Harry? I need to talk to you."

"What? Ron? I'm really tired, I just want to go to bed," Harry said in a groggy voice.

"No! This is important. Did you tell Hermione you didn't want to be friends with me anymore?" I yelled, but then quieted down after I heard Dean tell me to shut up.

"No...why would she say that? I've just been busy. We're still friends, aren't we?" Harry lied.

I felt waves of relief come over me, but I still had a feeling that he wasn't being truthful. I knew Harry had a problem speaking his mind sometimes, but I just let it go. "Yea, we're still friends. Well, goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight," Harry said in a barely audible voice.

The next morning I slept in a bit later that usual and didn't see Harry at breakfast, I figured he was in the bathroom and had already ate. I didn't say anything to Hermione; I had a feeling she wasn't lying, so I just dropped it because if she wasn't lying I didn't want to lose her as a friend too. As I walked to potions I saw Harry, walking with Draco. I waved and saw Draco laugh, Harry didn't respond. After potions, as I was walking back to the common room in a very foul mood I heard someone running up to me. I stopped and looked around, it was Harry.

"No Draco? What a surprise!" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Ron, I just wanted to tell you that we aren't friends anymore," Harry said and then ran off to catch up to the Slytherins.

I laughed, really loud. Harry turned around and saw me. I just stood there and laughed, I felt like a murder in one of those Muggle movies that my Dad brought home once, just laughing like a crazy man. I don't know why I was laughing, but it went on for at least ten minutes. I knew it pissed Harry off, which made me laugh harder. Maybe I was laughing because I knew Harry had lied.

Whenever I see Harry in the halls I smile, sometimes laugh. Draco always gives me a disgusted look. I don't know why Harry and I aren't friends. I have a feeling though that Draco forced Harry to give up my friendship. I'm obviously too poor to hang out with the likes of them. Every once in awhile I'll hear rumors about Harry, that he asked Dumbledore if he could switch houses, or that he was becoming a deatheater. I just ignore them. I still miss Harry. When I see him playing Quidditch I always feel sort of depressed. Whenever Gryffindor plays Slytherin Harry always throws the game by not catching the snitch. He pretends like he was just having an off day, but I know he's not.

That's just what happens between friends sometimes. I was hoping that Harry and I would be friends forever. We made plans about becoming heroes together and fighting deatheaters. Sort of ironic now though.