The Lion King

Summary: She looked into his blue eyes and he looked in to hers, and she knew that this red head boy would change her life, forever.

Chapter One

"Everything would seem fine to you Ron!" Jesyka screamed at him as she stood in her bedroom doorway. "You don't understand ANYTHING!" And with that, she slammed the door shut, leaving him dumbfounded at the bottom of the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Ron sighed and turned to find Harry in mid-step out of the kitchen, staring up to where Jesyka at just been fuming. He looked to Ron for an answer, but he was just shaking his head slowly.

"I don't know Harry, she's been like this for weeks." He dragged his feet over to a chair in the living room. "At first I just thought it was her 'time of the month' or whatever, but it's still happening." He put his head in his hands. "Maybe she just hates me."

"No Ron, she doesn't hate you." Harry said, not completely confident in the words he was saying. Who knew what was going on in Jesyka's head? "Maybe it's just a phase, girls' are confusing like that, ya'know?"

Ron simply sighed again, not lifting his head up. For a second, Harry thought he might be crying, but then Ron stood up, face tear-free but tired and worried. "Maybe I should talk to her, maybe that's what she wants, more attention are something."

Just then, in perfectly clichéd timing, they heard a scream of frustration, and then something hit the wall and shattered. Next came a stream of muffled swears. Ron and Harry looked from the ceiling back to each other. "Or maybe you should give her some space." Harry suggested. Ron nodded, too shocked to speak.

Ron and Harry sat in the Weasley's living room, passing the time by playing chess. Hours went by, Mr. Weasley came home from work, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were starting dinner, and still no sign of Jesyka. Ron finally gave up hiding from Jesyka's wrath, and dragged himself upstairs to check on her while Harry cleaned up the mess from their violent chess game. Just as he was putting away the beat up game board, the window flew open and a regal brown owl flew into the living room and landed right where the game board had just been, demanding Harry's attention. It squawked once, and stuck out its leg impatiently. Harry quickly untied the letter and opened it.

Dearest Harry,

I hope Winchester gets there in time to give you this, that owl can be a real pain. Anyways, I mean to tell you that I'll be arriving at the Burrow tomorrow, sometime in the afternoon. Just some forewarning so you can tell all your other girlfriends to go home. Tehe, just kidding. I can't wait to see you! Minni misses you a lot, but not as much as I do. See you soon.

Love,

Jennifer xoxo

"Jesyka?" Ron asked cautiously as he knocked on her bedroom door. "Are you alright?" He waited, but there was no reply. "Jesyka?" He said again, as he reached for the door knob and slowly opened the door. At first, he didn't see her anywhere, but he could see shattered glass scattered against the opposite wall, obviously the source of the clatter him and Harry had heard before. He opened the door fully and stepped inside to see Jesyka, lying upside down on the bed, cuddling what looked like the fuzzy black teddy bear Ron had given her for her birthday. He quietly shut the door behind him, and tiptoed across the floor. Her eyes were puffy, and there were black lines of makeup down her face.

Ron perched himself on the edge of the bed, trying hard not to jostle her, and lifting a thick strand of black hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful, so serene, he didn't want to wake her, but he wanted to talk to her, make things right. Whatever he had done wrong, he wanted to apologize for it, because he had not meant for it to hurt her.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, then took it away. Maybe it was better to let her sleep, she'd probably be mad if he woke her. He sighed and rose, walking to the door. The knob turned fine, but the door didn't seem to want to open. He pulled a little harder, trying to get it unstuck as silently as he could, but it still would not budge. He pulled quick and hard, and it opened, and also squeaked loudly as it opened, he tried to stop the door, stop the squeaking, but it was too late. From behind him he heard the bed creak, and then a faint voice.

"Ron?" Jesyka yawned, and Ron turned to see her stretching, her bear still clutched in her hand.

"Hey Jesyka, what's up?" Was all he could think to say. Jesyka didn't seem to notice his lack of conversational skills, and as she rubbed her eyes, replied "Nothing really, I meant to come talk to you, but, well, I was embarrassed."

Ron released the door and went back to the bed, sitting next to her. "Embarrassed, why? I deserved it." He still didn't know what he did, but it's better to be guilty, especially if she's still moody.

"No…well….maybe." She chuckled. "But I could have handled that better. I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I'm just so emotionally spastic. First I'm happy, then I'm disappointed, angry, giddy, sad, manic. It's absurd." She sighed and leaned her head on Ron's shoulder. "I'm sorry you have to put up with all this."

"Jes, I love you, I'd put up with all of that any day." She looked up at him, blushing. He smiled, knowing he had said the right thing. "Oh Ron." She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and taking him by surprise. He fell backward, and she toppled onto him. Then she really surprised him. She smirked at him, and leaned in to kiss him, but before their lips could touch, there was a shout from downstairs.

"DINNER!"