#39 - Missing, Harry/Ron

Remember when I said I wasn't in a H/R mood today? Well, I came out from the shower, sat down in front of my computer, and suddenly felt like writing this. It was almost surreal. But I think everything can be attributed to sleep deprivation, at this stage.

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Missing

Ron watched Harry go off arm-in-arm with Cho. Suddenly, he didn't want to go to Hogsmeade any more.

Brace yourself, Weasley! Harry was his best friend. Nothing more.

But Ron was not a liar by nature. He was even more inept than Harry, when it came to emotions.

And he had had to lie, and lie repeatedly. Smile at Harry when he found out he'd kissed her. Wish him a good time in Hogsmeade.

Every word had caused him pain.

He looked up at them again. The dream crystallised before him and dissipated, in a cloud of white and silver, and a swirl of pictures.

You can't miss what you don't already have.

So why did he feel so empty?