Ron p.o.v.

I wish I could still look at Hermione without seeing the love in her eyes that used to be for me, but is now directed to someone else. I wish she could see me how I see her. I wish she was still with me. I wish she would look at me how she used to. I wish she wouldn't try and talk to me out of pity. I wish she was still mine. But most of all, I wish I had her back. I want her in my arms, looking at me with love, not Draco. But there's something else there too. Whenever she looks at him, she has that sliver of doubt in her eyes, so small I can barely see it. That gives me hope. And hope is all I need right now.

Harry p.o.v.

Ron has been locked inside his room for weeks. I've never seen him this stressed, save for when he had the Horcrux. But this...this is worse. This is of his own accord. He's not sleeping, or eating, or doing anything except for staying in his room. But a few days ago, he got up and left. He came downstairs for breakfast looking pale and a lot skinnier than he's supposed to be. Mrs.Weasley took one look at him and forced him to eat. He started laughing and talking with everyone, almost normal. But there's still that sadness in his eyes that won't go away. Maybe we should take him to St.Mungos. But now is not the time. Now is the time to celebrate. Ron hasn't been in his room for a while, other than sleeping of course. I don't want to ruin that.