A/N: Well, this has been a long time since I wrote this and now when I'm posting it. I wrote it when some of my friends were fighting and I was upset about it. Please R&R.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Unbreakable Vow

The weeks after the Yule Ball were horrible for Harry. Absolutely horrible. And not because of his own problems, no, those took the back burner. No, what he hated the most, what tore him apart, was the behavior of his closest friends. Ever since Hermione had arrived at the dance with Krum, well, that was that. End of Hermione and Ron's friendship. Which, by rights, should have meant the end of Harry's friendship with one of them. But Harry couldn't pick a side. How could he be expected to? But this was something he didn't want to get into now, Ron was mad enough. And he cared too much about Ron.

Ron cared so much about Hermione. That much was clearly evident. Just the way he talked about her… well, had talked about her. They didn't talk about her anymore. And what he knew stung, salt on an open wound for Ron, was the fact that it was Krum. Ron and Krum had a weird history. Ron practically revered Krum. So Krum and Hermione…

Ron had been mad at Harry before. It was the worst weeks of Harry's life. He lost his best friend, ironically, with only Hermione left to talk to. But that had been before Hermione and Ron's fight. Harry would get so mad at Ron, and at the same time, almost want to cry it hurt so bad. He missed him. Truly missed him.

He wasn't sure if he had ever told Ron this, but he felt that, if past lives existed, he and Ron had been twin brothers. Grown up together, never apart, honest-to-God, Fred and George twins. They were kindred spirits; blood brothers. It was even like that in this life; they were best friends. He wasn't sure if he had ever told Ron that, but he felt like it.

The crazy thing was, their bond, whether formed in this life or previous, was incredibly strong. And he wasn't sure what it was that gave them such a bond, but they spent most waking minutes together, and every sleeping one; they were roommates.

But whatever gave such a strong bond connected them. And Harry knew. That's all he really had to say about this connection. He knew.

For example, when Ron and Hermione had gotten into their first and cataclysmic fight, Harry knew. He wasn't there, he happened to be in an entirely different room, but the thing was, he knew it had happened. He knew something had happened between Ron and Hermione. He sought Ron out, and he didn't need the look on Ron's face to tell something was wrong.

The reason it took so long for Harry and Ron to start talking again was simple: their pride. They were both immensely proud, not stubborn, proud, and once they had stopped talking, neither wanted to break the silence. But once it was broken, it didn't matter who had spoken first, not to Harry at least. Because the important thing was merely the fact that they were talking, and to Harry, that was all that mattered.

In the end, Harry couldn't pick a side: Ron or Hermione. He couldn't. Because in the end, he realized he already had. He would be friends with Hermione, but he and Ron had an unspeakable, unbreakable bond, one stranger and more permanent than any Unbreakable Vow. He would always be there for Ron. He just hoped Ron would always want him.