I Thought I Loved Her

By Afterthought

A/N: It's been a really long time since I've actually completed a fanfic. Haha. I'm quite proud of this one. Probably one of my more mature fanfics. Oh, and it's the first time I'm using Ron's POV. May not be exactly like Ron but, hey. =D Hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: I'm 15. I ship Harry/Hermione. I live in the Philippines. I didn't create the genius that is Harry Potter. Obviously, this means I'm not Joanne Katherine Rowling.

I love her. I really do. But there's a problem: she's in love with someone else. To make matters worse, that someone else is my best friend. They haven't admitted it yet but I could see that they cared about one another more than best friends did.

I could see it in the way she helps him with his homework. I could see it in the way his hand grasps her whenever he noticed she wasn't feeling well. I could see it in the way she cries with worry when he's in the hospital wing. I could see it in the way that he protects her every time he senses danger. I could see it in their simplest of touches, could hear it in their conversations, could feel it in the way they understood each other.

But it was they who could not see. They could not see how much their love hurt me.

They'd done it. They'd finally gotten together. And broke my heart. They told me before anyone else, asking me if I were okay with the idea of them dating. I wanted to scream "No! It kills me every time I see you two together! I love her too, you know!" but I saw the smile on her face. She was happy. Happier than she had been in a long time. And who was I to take away her happiness?

And so I smiled and told them that I was happy for them. They still could not see my pain but that didn't matter because I love her. And she was happy. With someone else. With my best friend.

We moved into a flat after we'd graduated and here was where they broke my heart every night that they were in bed together.

Too often did they forget to cast a silencing charm. Too often did they forget that I was just next door, that I could hear them make love, that they were killing me inside.

I was filled with envy. I wanted to be the one to make her moan like that, pleasure her like that, make her scream into ecstasy like that, love her like that.

I love her but I was the only one who saw that.

They're getting married and I'm his best man. I get to see them live happily ever after and I'd get to live my life alone. I'm being selfish, I know. They deserved each other. He deserved her more than I did. More than I ever will. But who did I deserve? Don't I deserve to love and be loved too?

As I watched them say their "I do's" a tear fell down my cheek. This time not because of hurt or pain but of happiness. Happiness for them and also, happiness for me. I realize now that I never really loved her. If I did, I would've fought for her. I see now that I only thought I loved her.

"Ladies and gentlemen" the priest said "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter." A huge roar of applause greeted them. I smiled and applauded along with everyone. Now I could move on, support them 100% and finally be truly happy for them.

The ceremony ended and I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw Luna, looking beautiful in her maid-of-honor dress.

"Hi Luna!" I said

She surprised me by kissing my cheek. "You're a good man, Ronald." She whispered in my ear. Then she left, helping Hermione with her train.

Oh yeah, I'm definitely going to move on.

-Fin-

A/N: I've gotta give thanks to Gary Valenciano (a Filipino singer) for inspiring me. Haha. Without him, I wouldn't have gotten to write this. Alright, cheers everyone! Rate and review if you can, please. =D Thanks!