Sad Ron Drabble #1

He sat, dejected and lonely in an empty classroom on the third floor. He’d said goodbye to Harry earlier in the Great Hall, but he’d been with Ginny so had just waved at Ron. A small tear blurred as his stomach lurched at how bad that made him feel, one insignificant wave of a hand.
Ron remembered what that hand had been doing to him last night, and how it had ended up cupping his shoulder as the pair slept soundly in an old attic, wrapped in a blanket and each other. The tear made its way down his cheek.