One day it hit him, hard. No, not as hard as when Granger slapped him in third year, but it was an amazing revelation all the same. She liked him, really liked him, and maybe even loved him. And truth be told, he liked her back. Or did she?

"The thoughts come flooding even before the weight of the locket thumps against my chest. Weak. Stupid. Coward. Weak." Ron is feeling inadequate. A glimpse of his thoughts during the Horcrux hunt. Angsy with humorous undertones.

"I hate apologizing when I'm right." Lily writes a letter to Petunia.

He then proceeded, ignoring her protests, to pull up her sleeves, revealing hundreds of bruises on both of her arms. "Gods Granger," he breathed, "did someone hurt you?" "Why should I tell the git who has hated me my entire life my darkest secret?"

“Truth,” Ron yawned, “I can’t move!” “Alright, give me a second while I think of a really good one.” Ginny looked at Harry and her eyes lit up. “Of all the rows you and Harry have gotten into over the years, when were you the angriest? Details please.”