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Ron lay there awake, unconsciously stroking the locket on his chest, the gentle beating of the horcrux inside driving intrusive thoughts through his head: Harry... Hermione... Harry... Hermione... he knew he was jealous, the way they looked at each other when he thought he wasn't looking, the secret understanding they shared both being raised as muggles--an understanding Ron was shut out of, could never have. He knew he was jealous, that much was easy. But jealous of whom?
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I figure this is safe to post now cause your done:
Ron lay there awake, unconsciously stroking the locket on his chest, the gentle beating of the horcrux inside driving intrusive thoughts through his head: Harry... Hermione... Harry... Hermione... he knew he was jealous, the way they looked at each other when he thought he wasn't looking, the secret understanding they shared both being raised as muggles--an understanding Ron was shut out of, could never have. He knew he was jealous, that much was easy. But jealous of whom?
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