#ron angst

[ameliora-j]

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warnings: angst, use of the term mudblood, and i think that’s all but lmk plz!

a/n: i am down so bad for ron weasley

good for you, i guess you moved on really easily

you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

you watched as ron shamelessly flirted with hermione granger. the two of you had broken up two, nearly three, weeks ago. you could almost laugh at how nonchalant he was being.

the key word being almost.

if your heart didn’t sting as much as it did right now, you would probably be laughing at the way that he was acting like he didn’t care at all. it hurt. it really did. just last month he was professing his love for you, claiming that the two of you were going to get married. what a load of bullshit that was.

your friends asked you what was wrong. why you were so upset all of the sudden. why you were so “bitter” toward the new star couple at hogwarts. they told you that you couldn’t be angry because the two of you weren’t together any longer. that’s how you found yourself in your current position, sat at the black lake with lavender and cho, doing your potions homework.

“i don’t really see the big issue here, yn. so he moved on, what of it?” lavender asked.

“it’s not that he moved on. that’s great, i’m glad he did. but it’s like we never even happened. i mean, what the fuck is up with that?” you rolled your eyes as you scoffed at the pair, shamelessly flirting.

“oh that’s just how guys are, yn. you can’t let it affect you,” cho shrugged indifferently.

“and yet, here we are, cho,” you retorted as you answered another question. “merlin, i just want to punch him in his stupid face,” you grumbled, causing the girls to laugh.

“maybe try talking to him first?” lavender suggested.

“oh i have. many times, i assure you. he doesn’t want to hear it,” you sighed softly. you decided to end the conversation here as you felt tears stinging the backs of your eyes now with all the talk of your ex boyfriend. you just went back to dutifully doing your homework like the diligent student you were.

remember when you swore to God i was the only

person who ever got you? well screw that, screw you

you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do

possibly the worst part if this breakup was the fact that snape wouldn’t for the life of him let you switch potions partners. to put it in his exact words, “i take no pity on your little teenage love triangle,” you rolled your eyes at this, resulting in ten points being taken from yh for “insolence and insubordination” as the greasy man put it.

now here you sat, next to ronald weasley, as you two brewed the potion. really, you were brewing the potion. ron was just sitting there. although, you were the one that told him to do so. so he sat, unmoving and unspeaking. no matter what, you would not be the first to break the weeks-long silence between the two of you.

“so, were you planning on telling me what’s got your knickers all in a twist lately? or am i to figure it out on my own?” ron asked with a patronizing smirk as class ended. this made you scoff and roll your eyes at the red head before spinning on your heel and walking out. you distantly heard ron mention to his friends that he would ‘catch up with them’ as you walked away.

suddenly, your upper arm was gripped and you were being dragged into an abandoned classroom. “get your filthy hands off me!” you demanded as you swatted him away and stood a few feet away from him. “what do you want weasley,” you sneered, practically spitting out the name.

“for you to tell me what’s wrong,” he rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “i mean, seriously. we were just fine. we were happy!” he reasoned.

“oh we were?” you feigned ignorance. “yeah yanno, you’re right. good for you, ron. you look happy and healthy. not me, it you ever cared to ask,” you rolled your eyes.

“what are you talking about yn! we were fine. we agreed to be friends! i don’t understand, i thought this was mutual!” he argued, his voice raising as his hands flew around rapidly

“hermione granger?” you spoke bitterly.

“what’s she got to do with this?” he asked incredulously.

“nothing, just interesting that she’s the one you went to yanno. seeing as how you two are just friends and all,” your tone was venomous as you spat the word ‘friends’ at the fiery haired boy. many a time in your relationship had you worried about her. and many a time had he assured you that granger was only his friend. the filthy little mudblo-

“we are! you’re being ridiculous yn! what’s gotten into you?!” he shouted, snapping you out of the horrible thoughts and feelings you were currently having toward the girl.

“nothing ron!” you shouted right back. “absolutely nothing is wrong! i’m so happy that you’re doing so great without me ron! i really wish that i could do that,” you spoke, willing the tears not to fall.

“you’re doing great too! i see it! you’re happy! it was mutual!” there goes that word again. ‘mutual.’ the lie rolled off of his tongue so easily.

“stop saying that! it was not mutual ron. i loved you and i still do!” the tears had now fallen and you couldn’t stop them no matter what you did. “i’m losing my mind ron! i’ve spent nights crying on the bathroom floor and you... you’re just so... unaffected. i really don’t get it. but... good for you, i guess,” you shrugged as you wiped your eyes and began walking away.

ron gripped your wrist before you got too far. “stop it, i’m not done talking to you,” he spoke.

“forget it, ronald. it’s no matter. maybe i’m to emotional,” you sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

“your apathy is like a wound in salt,” ron scoffed.

“yeah, you’re one to talk,” you rolled your tear-filled eyes as you turned to face him. “maybe... maybe you never cared at all,” you finally whispered as your voice broke.

“don’t say that! i cared and i still do. i always will,” he begged.

“it’s okay ron, you don’t have to lie anymore,” you wiped your eyes once more as you wriggled your wrist from his grasp. “you’ll never have to hurt the way you know that i do,” you told him as you took a step back. “you found someone who loves you better than i ever could. go be with her ron, really. she’s good for you,” you sniffled before fully spinning your body and walking away from him.

well good for you i guess you moved on really easily.

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[leviosa-moon]

Happier - Ron Weasley Requested: yes | no Word Count: 1.03k

The Grand Hall was filled with students eating their breakfast. No change there. But, for Hermione, who was still struggling to come to terms with her breakup with none other than one of her best friends, Ron. There was a very distinct difference. She sat facing them, Ron and his new girlfriend Y/N, a half eaten discarded piece of toast on her plate. Hermione had lost her appetite, she couldn’t bring herself to eat when a few inches in front of her the boy she was still madly in love with; was sat professing how she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known. A statement he had repeatedly told Hermione over and over, a mere amount of weeks ago.

“‘Mione?” Harry asked, snapping the girl out of her thoughts. 

“Ron, Y/N and I are thinking about going to Hogsmeade this afternoon. Would you like to come with us?” 

“I think I’ll pass. I’ve agreed to tutor some first year students today.” Hermione responded, it wasn’t true. But, it was a clever lie. She knew that she couldn’t face an entire day experiencing the heartache of Ron and Y/N being all over each other. But, who was she to stop them? They were doing nothing wrong. Yet, there was still an overwhelming emotional pain that her logical brain could not rationalise, every time she saw the pair together.

“Actually, I think I better go and get ready. I don’t want them to think I’m running late.” She said, excusing herself from the table they were at. She offered them all a weak smile as she did. It was selfish, she was fully aware of that; she wanted Ron to be happy. She truly did. She just didn’t expect it to be this early, or for the pain to be this intense.

As she made her way down the Hogwarts corridors, it was like her past relationship was haunting her. Every step she took, there was something significant for her to have taken note of. Secret kisses at the start of their relationship, behind pillars in the courtyard at night. Or,  tight embrace before potions class, to help each other get through a class with Snape. Their first argument, outside of the greenhouses when the subject of Viktor Krum came up and Ron’s jealousy had become unbearable. Hermione didn’t really know where she was going, she just needed to get away.

Soon enough, she came across an isolated part of the school. A little hill, with a great big tree. No-one would ever find her here. She rushed over to it, and sat cross-legged, burying her face into her lap to muffle the gut wrenching sobs. Her entire body shook with the impact of them, her voice became hoarse as she muttered to herself; in an attempt to make herself stop crying. The most prominent being how foolish this whole situation was, if she wanted Ron to be happy and to move on -- why was she so utterly heartbroken seeing it in action?

Hermione wasn’t sure how much time had passed, when she felt someone wrap their arms around her. She did know, however, that she was emotionally exhausted. As she looked up, her eyes stung, they were more than likely red and puffy. Through blurry vision, she could make out flaming red hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes. Ginny. 

“H-how did you know I was here?” Hermione asked, her voice aching with every word. It was as if someone had used sandpaper on her voicebox. 

“I know the boys may not see how much you’re hurting, but I’ve seen it ‘Mione. Even though Ron’s my brother, you’re still my friend. You can talk to me.” She stated, as she rubbed comforting circles into Hermione’s back. “Even if you just want to sit in silence for a while, so you can gather your thoughts, we can do that.” 

It gave Hermione a lot to think about, she had felt for weeks like she couldn’t confide in anyone about the way that she was feeling. How inadequate she felt compared to Y/N, especially when she made Ron so happy. She was beautiful and sweet. Even she could see the appeal in the other young witch. The more she thought about her, the more insecure she felt. 

“She’s just so much prettier than me Ginny. If she was a bitch, it would be so much easier because then I would have a reason to dislike her. I know it’s selfish, but I can’t stand seeing them together.” She sniffled, as she wiped her nose on the back of the cardigan she was wearing. 

“Hermione, don’t. You are both different people. Just because she’s pretty, doesn’t mean that you can’t match her. I know that it’s going to hurt seeing them together, believe me. But the pain will pass. I think it could be a good idea, if you organise a girls trip to Hogsmeade invite Y/N get to know her a little bit better. Ron won’t be around, so you won’t be able to see them all over each other.” Ginny advised. “Besides, you’ll be able to stash up on chocolate and there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.” 

Hermione felt herself laugh, properly laugh for the first time in a long time. The pain subsided for just a brief moment. But, nonetheless it was her first taste of normal she had felt since Ron had introduced Y/N, as his new girlfriend to their group of friends. Perhaps, Ginny was right. If she got to know Y/N, she was sure that the two of them could be fond friends.

“It would be nice to have a girls trip.” She confirmed. 

“We should probably head back, the boys are oblivious, sure. However, I’m not sure if they fully bought your story of tutoring younger students. Especially as it’s a weekend.” Ginny explained, as she stood up; pulling Hermione up with her. Once both girls were on their feet, Ginny looped her arm through Hermione’s, linking both girls together. No matter how hard Hermione was finding things, she knew she would always have Ginny to rely on.