Carve Me A Grave With My Name On It

From a dark hidden corridor, he watched them. His best friend was towering over her. She was the love of his life, and his best friend was advancing on her. His best friend. And she welcomed him with open arms, literally. And the next moment, they were in a tight embrace as though the world had stopped.

And it had. Ron stood there, invisible to the world around watching his best friend hold Hermione like it was the end of the world. And it was the end of the world. For Ron, it was the end of his life.

"Bloody traitor," he muttered under his breath, not letting his eyes off of Harry.

Memories began to wash into his mind like tidal waves. It all made sense now, Ron thought. Why she wanted to be their friends in the first place. Sorry, it was only Harry's friendship she wanted. Why she had always thought Harry's welfare came first before his. Hermione fancied Harry Potter all her life. It was earth shattering to Ron.

He grimaced at the thought of their fourth year, when Harry and he had had a fight about the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He knew deep down that Harry had not placed his name in that stupid goblet. But jealousy had overcome him and he could only surrender to the feeling.

All Ron had wanted was comfort from a friend. And the only friend he had was Hermione. But no, she was too busy with Harry, making sure he was safe and feeling okay. Sure, she came to him once and a while, trying to convince him Harry was not at fault. Did she not care that Ron had known that already and there was more to it? It sure as anything did not seem that way.

It was always Harry. Hermione always wanted him.

By the time he realized that his eyes were streaming tears, Harry and Hermione were gone. Of course they're gone, Ron though to himself, they'd never stay a second anywhere too public when they're by themselves. It was getting dark outside the Hogwarts castle, and the lit corridors were starting to darken like the one he was hidden in.

It was then that he made up his mind. Ronald Weasley would be no more. His mind set, he slowly walked through the castle halls back to the Gryffindor Tower where he could plan his methods. Normally, the Astronomy Tower was his ace chamber to wallow in his depression, but he had a strong feeling that it would be in use by two hormonally charged Gryffindors.

"I need to write to Mum. But then, of course, she wouldn't mind, one less son to spend money on," he said to himself. He was well aware he was talking to himself, and that he would be in deep soot if he were heard, but he had also left Harry's Invisibility cloak back in the dark corridor, leaving him detectable. It wouldn't matter if I get caught, he thought, I'll be gone sooner than you'll know it anyway.

"Ronald Weasley will be no more," he sang softly, chuckling at the thought of Harry and Hermione finding him somewhere, limp and lifeless. "Ronald Weasley will be no more."