"Everybody Hurts" ( By "WhoEverSaidLifeWasFair".
A/N: Yep, yet another title that is from a song by The Corrs... It's just their songs seem to yell out for Ron/Hermione fics... anyways... Have fun !!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or this song by The Corrs.
Stupid Ron.
Stupid, stupid, STUPID RON!!
Hermione ran, she ran through corridors, up stairs, down hallways... She didn't stop until her side ached so much she thought she would split in two.
She panted, trying to catch her breath.
Stupid !!!!!!!
"TAP TAP TAP TAP"
Dammit, he was still following her.
She felt like crying out loud.
How can he be so horrible!
She broke into a run once more.
"TAP TAP TAP TAP"
"Hermione!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"TAP TAP TAP TAP"
Run, run, run, run...
He can't catch you up...
Run, run, run, run.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
She slipped and flew through the corridor, landing on her left arm.
Ow!
Damn him.
She tried to get up, but white hot pain spread through her arm.
Great, now I'll have to depend on him.
NO WAY! No way am I going to let him help me.
With her wand arm, that was thankfully okay, she took her wand out and muttered a spell.
Ron rushed past her, and some sort of impulse made him look left, instead of right, were Hermione was.
He stopped, and Hermione saw tears glistening in his cheeks.
"I know you're there Hermione" he said flatly, "even though I can't look at you, I know you're there".
The spell wouldn't let his head turn to the right, so he couldn't look at her.
"I'm sorry, I really am." he said hoarsely, "please, let me help you."
"You're hurt right?" he guessed.
She let go of a sob.
"Herm, please..."
She continued to cry.
"Herm, I can't turn round to help you! Could you please let me help you?"
Hermione shook her head, and tried to lift herself, but let go a sharp cry.
"Hermione!!!!" Ron screamed, seeming to be in pain himself, and with a cry of anger, he broke free of the spell and turned to Hermione, not even wiping his tears.
He ran to her, and embraced her, taking care to not hurt her left arm, that was crumpled under her.
"God, what have I done..." he whispered to himself.
He picked Hermione up carefully, putting one arm under her back, and the other one under her knees, so that her left arm wasn't pressed onto his chest: her head on his left side.
She sobbed, and tried to mutter something like "leave me alone".
Ron chuckled "no way".
Ron took her to Hospital Wing, even though it took him a long time, because he had no idea where they were, but Hermione fainted, and he got the idea of how serious her injury could be.
He reached Hospital Wing and kicked the door open, balancing Hermione and taking care that she wouldn't feel the kick too hard.
The door crashed into the wall, and Madam Pomfrey came running, looking as if she could kill the author of the noise.
As she saw Ron, she prepared her volley of shouts, but Ron signalled to Hermione, still in his arms.
Madam Pomfrey nearly shouted in surprise, but she signalled to a bed around the end of Hospital Wing, and Ron carefully placed Hermione on the bed.
He looked at her tenderly, fear in his eyes.
"She was running in the corridors and I think she tripped and broke her left arm" he said simply to Madam Pomfrey, who nodded.
"Can I stay here with her?" he asked, and Madam Pomfrey seemed to be taken aback, but seeing as he had carried her through half the school in attempt to bring her to Hospital Wing instead of calling a professor, she let him stay.
And he did stay; he stayed all day, and he would have stayed all night, but Madam Pomfrey kicked him out.
***
He entered the Common Room to find Harry, seemingly worried sick, who jumped up as he saw him, and asked him about Hermione.
Ron explained the whole story, and Harry whistled.
"How the hell did you brake through her spell?"
"I dunno but I just knew I had to help her man, I just forced myself to turn around, and the spell sort of erm... broke..."
Harry seemed a bit less worried after being told the story, but when he offered Ron a game of chess he said he was going to bed early.
***
Ron didn't change into his pyjamas, but he just went to his bed, and sat there, with his curtains closed, thinking about Hermione...
It's all my bloody fault.
What if she's seriously hurt?
She didn't wake up in all day...
And it's all my fault...
All my bloody fault.
He buried his face in his hands, and thought desperately what he would tell her when he saw her again.
He had really no idea...
When he was with her, he just got lost for words, and if he said something, it always seemed to be the opposite of what he had intended to do... And they always ended up in fights...
***
He had decided it, he fumbled with his bedclothes untill he formed a lump that resembled a body, scrambled out of his bed and closed the curtains.
He didn't want anyone to know, not even Harry.
He took his wand and slipped carefully out of the boy's dorm.
They were all sleeping, and he could hear Neville snoring.
As he walked down the steps and into the common room, he muttered
"Lumos!" so he could see what he was doing.
He walked out to the corridor, and thankfully the Fat Lady in the portrait wasn't there.
He had wondered for a second if he should borrow Harry's cloak, but had decided against it.
He walked down the corridors quietly, and only heard once a noise, that was Peeves cursing in the boy's toilets.
He hurried past them and arrived quite soon to Hospital Wing.
He tried the door, but it was locked, so he muttered "Alohomora!" and it opened silently.
He walked in, locking the door again after him, and sat down beside the bed that was Hermione's.
Hermione was awake, but seeing him she pretended to still be unconscious.
This made Ron worry even more, and he looked at her so tenderly that she could have sworn he liked her...
But no, - impossible...
Ron had made her cry countless times, and it was his time to sufer.
Madam Pomfrey had mended her bones, but she had a burning sensation in her left arm.
As a matter of fact, she had a burning sensation on her cheeks too, but that was due to Ron's stare.
She wished he would look away, but he didn't.
As a matter of fact, he did something worse:
He got up, and thinking she was asleep, kissed her on the lips.
At this she went bright scarlet, and if it hadn't been dark, Ron would have discovered her.
***
Much to her annoyance, Ron had stayed with her all night, and hadn't slept a wink.
As a consequence, neither had she.
The minutes ticked by, and the sun started coming out, and finally, with one last longing look, Ron left.
As he closed the door, Hermione stood up like a bolt, feeling her lips.
Ron had just kissed her.
Ron had kissed her thinking she was asleep...
This was a dream, it had to be...
But it hadn't been a dream, and as Ron went to have breakfast he hardly ate, but wrapped some sausages in a napkin, together with some buttered toast.
He returned to Hospital Wing, to find Hermione apparently 'finally awake' .
He greeted her as usual, and passed her the sausages and toast.
"Your favourite" he mumbled.
Hermione was trying to act normal, but was finding it very difficult.
Should she tell Ron that she hadn't been sleeping when.... ARGHHHH!!!
She didn't even want to think about it....
Ron would probably never talk to her if she confessed it.
But the truth was, even though she didn't want to admit it, that she had liked it as much as him, and she wanted to be more than friends with him.
"Thanks" she mumbled, equally quiet.
"Ron Weasley!" said a harsh voice, "who permitted you to come and visit my patient?"
"Erm... No-one" he said apologetically.
If only she knew - thought Hermione.
Madam Pomfrey walked over to them and saw the food.
"What do you think?" she said, now positively furious, "that I starve my patients?".
"No, no! Of course..." he said, only realising that now.
Hermione smiled inwardly, besides herself.
"I should be giving you a detention you know?!" she said matter of factly.
Ron didn't answer, he just looked at the floor.
"Now I will have to kindly ask you to leave Hermione alone, she needs rest, " she said.
Truly, Hermione needed rest, and so did Ron, but he looked pleadingly at Hermione, and she said,
"Can't he stay for just a bit Madam Pomfrey?"
She looked surprised, but answered a bit more warmly:
"Ten minutes only", and she left them alone.
Ron sat in silence, and Hermione glanced a sideways look at him.
He seemed a bit lost, and she could see how preoccupied he was.
"Erm..." they both said at once, and Hermione signalled to him to start.
"I just wanna say I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday" he said awkwardly.
Hermione smiled inwardly; it was very hard to get a clear apology out of Ron.
"It doesn't matter... It was my fault for being so picky".
**FLASHBACK**
Hermione and Ron are shouting at eachother:
"Oh yea? That's what you really think about me?"
"Yea! You're a real prat and you even admitted last year that as long as the girl you went to the ball with had a good appearance, you wouldn't mind if she was completely stupid !!!"
"Oh yea? And what about you and Vicky?"
"What about it?"
"You don't intend to tell me you didn't go with him for his fame !!"
"Actually Viktor is a great person, and don't call him Vicky !!"
"I call that egit what I want !!"
"How dare you !!??"
"How dare I WHAT, Hermione? Mention him? Tell you what I think about him? You tell me pretty well all you think about me!!!!"
"I hate you!! I really do!! I don't understand you!!!"
Hermione runs off crying.
"Hermione wait!!!"
**END FLASHBACK**
"D'you know why I got so mad?" Hermione asked quietly.
Ron shook his head.
"Viktor broke up with me, but I hadn't told anyone."
"What??!! "
"You heard me."
"The Son of a Bitch" he muttered to Hermione's surprise.
"But... But why?" he continued.
"Search me" she shrugged.
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"You would have just laughed..."
"I wouldn't!!!"
"Would too."
"Wouldn't"
"Would"
"Oh - OK, let's just leave it OK?"
"Yea".
"Mr. Weasley!!! I gave you ten minutes, and you've had more than half an hour!!"
"Ooops" said Ron, preparing to leave.
"Ron?"
"Yea?" he answered, his hand on the door knob.
"Mr. Weasley!!??" said a menacing tone.
Ron waited doubtfully.
Hermione finally spoke quietly, so that only Ron could hear her: "I wasn't asleep yesterday when you erm... visited" she said slyly, not looking at him.
Ron's mouth fell open, and he went deep scarlet, realising what she meant, but Madam Pomfrey advanced on him and practically pushed him out of the door.
Ron just stood there staring at the closed door, blinking.
Dammit, why did I have to do it?
Now she KNOWS what I feel....
He looked totally lost for words, and headed to the boy's toilets, where he sat down and groaned.
DAMN !
A/N: What did you think? Please review. ;D
Love, *(*whoeversaidlifewasfair*(*
A/N: Yep, yet another title that is from a song by The Corrs... It's just their songs seem to yell out for Ron/Hermione fics... anyways... Have fun !!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or this song by The Corrs.
Stupid Ron.
Stupid, stupid, STUPID RON!!
Hermione ran, she ran through corridors, up stairs, down hallways... She didn't stop until her side ached so much she thought she would split in two.
She panted, trying to catch her breath.
Stupid !!!!!!!
"TAP TAP TAP TAP"
Dammit, he was still following her.
She felt like crying out loud.
How can he be so horrible!
She broke into a run once more.
"TAP TAP TAP TAP"
"Hermione!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"TAP TAP TAP TAP"
Run, run, run, run...
He can't catch you up...
Run, run, run, run.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
She slipped and flew through the corridor, landing on her left arm.
Ow!
Damn him.
She tried to get up, but white hot pain spread through her arm.
Great, now I'll have to depend on him.
NO WAY! No way am I going to let him help me.
With her wand arm, that was thankfully okay, she took her wand out and muttered a spell.
Ron rushed past her, and some sort of impulse made him look left, instead of right, were Hermione was.
He stopped, and Hermione saw tears glistening in his cheeks.
"I know you're there Hermione" he said flatly, "even though I can't look at you, I know you're there".
The spell wouldn't let his head turn to the right, so he couldn't look at her.
"I'm sorry, I really am." he said hoarsely, "please, let me help you."
"You're hurt right?" he guessed.
She let go of a sob.
"Herm, please..."
She continued to cry.
"Herm, I can't turn round to help you! Could you please let me help you?"
Hermione shook her head, and tried to lift herself, but let go a sharp cry.
"Hermione!!!!" Ron screamed, seeming to be in pain himself, and with a cry of anger, he broke free of the spell and turned to Hermione, not even wiping his tears.
He ran to her, and embraced her, taking care to not hurt her left arm, that was crumpled under her.
"God, what have I done..." he whispered to himself.
He picked Hermione up carefully, putting one arm under her back, and the other one under her knees, so that her left arm wasn't pressed onto his chest: her head on his left side.
She sobbed, and tried to mutter something like "leave me alone".
Ron chuckled "no way".
Ron took her to Hospital Wing, even though it took him a long time, because he had no idea where they were, but Hermione fainted, and he got the idea of how serious her injury could be.
He reached Hospital Wing and kicked the door open, balancing Hermione and taking care that she wouldn't feel the kick too hard.
The door crashed into the wall, and Madam Pomfrey came running, looking as if she could kill the author of the noise.
As she saw Ron, she prepared her volley of shouts, but Ron signalled to Hermione, still in his arms.
Madam Pomfrey nearly shouted in surprise, but she signalled to a bed around the end of Hospital Wing, and Ron carefully placed Hermione on the bed.
He looked at her tenderly, fear in his eyes.
"She was running in the corridors and I think she tripped and broke her left arm" he said simply to Madam Pomfrey, who nodded.
"Can I stay here with her?" he asked, and Madam Pomfrey seemed to be taken aback, but seeing as he had carried her through half the school in attempt to bring her to Hospital Wing instead of calling a professor, she let him stay.
And he did stay; he stayed all day, and he would have stayed all night, but Madam Pomfrey kicked him out.
***
He entered the Common Room to find Harry, seemingly worried sick, who jumped up as he saw him, and asked him about Hermione.
Ron explained the whole story, and Harry whistled.
"How the hell did you brake through her spell?"
"I dunno but I just knew I had to help her man, I just forced myself to turn around, and the spell sort of erm... broke..."
Harry seemed a bit less worried after being told the story, but when he offered Ron a game of chess he said he was going to bed early.
***
Ron didn't change into his pyjamas, but he just went to his bed, and sat there, with his curtains closed, thinking about Hermione...
It's all my bloody fault.
What if she's seriously hurt?
She didn't wake up in all day...
And it's all my fault...
All my bloody fault.
He buried his face in his hands, and thought desperately what he would tell her when he saw her again.
He had really no idea...
When he was with her, he just got lost for words, and if he said something, it always seemed to be the opposite of what he had intended to do... And they always ended up in fights...
***
He had decided it, he fumbled with his bedclothes untill he formed a lump that resembled a body, scrambled out of his bed and closed the curtains.
He didn't want anyone to know, not even Harry.
He took his wand and slipped carefully out of the boy's dorm.
They were all sleeping, and he could hear Neville snoring.
As he walked down the steps and into the common room, he muttered
"Lumos!" so he could see what he was doing.
He walked out to the corridor, and thankfully the Fat Lady in the portrait wasn't there.
He had wondered for a second if he should borrow Harry's cloak, but had decided against it.
He walked down the corridors quietly, and only heard once a noise, that was Peeves cursing in the boy's toilets.
He hurried past them and arrived quite soon to Hospital Wing.
He tried the door, but it was locked, so he muttered "Alohomora!" and it opened silently.
He walked in, locking the door again after him, and sat down beside the bed that was Hermione's.
Hermione was awake, but seeing him she pretended to still be unconscious.
This made Ron worry even more, and he looked at her so tenderly that she could have sworn he liked her...
But no, - impossible...
Ron had made her cry countless times, and it was his time to sufer.
Madam Pomfrey had mended her bones, but she had a burning sensation in her left arm.
As a matter of fact, she had a burning sensation on her cheeks too, but that was due to Ron's stare.
She wished he would look away, but he didn't.
As a matter of fact, he did something worse:
He got up, and thinking she was asleep, kissed her on the lips.
At this she went bright scarlet, and if it hadn't been dark, Ron would have discovered her.
***
Much to her annoyance, Ron had stayed with her all night, and hadn't slept a wink.
As a consequence, neither had she.
The minutes ticked by, and the sun started coming out, and finally, with one last longing look, Ron left.
As he closed the door, Hermione stood up like a bolt, feeling her lips.
Ron had just kissed her.
Ron had kissed her thinking she was asleep...
This was a dream, it had to be...
But it hadn't been a dream, and as Ron went to have breakfast he hardly ate, but wrapped some sausages in a napkin, together with some buttered toast.
He returned to Hospital Wing, to find Hermione apparently 'finally awake' .
He greeted her as usual, and passed her the sausages and toast.
"Your favourite" he mumbled.
Hermione was trying to act normal, but was finding it very difficult.
Should she tell Ron that she hadn't been sleeping when.... ARGHHHH!!!
She didn't even want to think about it....
Ron would probably never talk to her if she confessed it.
But the truth was, even though she didn't want to admit it, that she had liked it as much as him, and she wanted to be more than friends with him.
"Thanks" she mumbled, equally quiet.
"Ron Weasley!" said a harsh voice, "who permitted you to come and visit my patient?"
"Erm... No-one" he said apologetically.
If only she knew - thought Hermione.
Madam Pomfrey walked over to them and saw the food.
"What do you think?" she said, now positively furious, "that I starve my patients?".
"No, no! Of course..." he said, only realising that now.
Hermione smiled inwardly, besides herself.
"I should be giving you a detention you know?!" she said matter of factly.
Ron didn't answer, he just looked at the floor.
"Now I will have to kindly ask you to leave Hermione alone, she needs rest, " she said.
Truly, Hermione needed rest, and so did Ron, but he looked pleadingly at Hermione, and she said,
"Can't he stay for just a bit Madam Pomfrey?"
She looked surprised, but answered a bit more warmly:
"Ten minutes only", and she left them alone.
Ron sat in silence, and Hermione glanced a sideways look at him.
He seemed a bit lost, and she could see how preoccupied he was.
"Erm..." they both said at once, and Hermione signalled to him to start.
"I just wanna say I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday" he said awkwardly.
Hermione smiled inwardly; it was very hard to get a clear apology out of Ron.
"It doesn't matter... It was my fault for being so picky".
**FLASHBACK**
Hermione and Ron are shouting at eachother:
"Oh yea? That's what you really think about me?"
"Yea! You're a real prat and you even admitted last year that as long as the girl you went to the ball with had a good appearance, you wouldn't mind if she was completely stupid !!!"
"Oh yea? And what about you and Vicky?"
"What about it?"
"You don't intend to tell me you didn't go with him for his fame !!"
"Actually Viktor is a great person, and don't call him Vicky !!"
"I call that egit what I want !!"
"How dare you !!??"
"How dare I WHAT, Hermione? Mention him? Tell you what I think about him? You tell me pretty well all you think about me!!!!"
"I hate you!! I really do!! I don't understand you!!!"
Hermione runs off crying.
"Hermione wait!!!"
**END FLASHBACK**
"D'you know why I got so mad?" Hermione asked quietly.
Ron shook his head.
"Viktor broke up with me, but I hadn't told anyone."
"What??!! "
"You heard me."
"The Son of a Bitch" he muttered to Hermione's surprise.
"But... But why?" he continued.
"Search me" she shrugged.
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"You would have just laughed..."
"I wouldn't!!!"
"Would too."
"Wouldn't"
"Would"
"Oh - OK, let's just leave it OK?"
"Yea".
"Mr. Weasley!!! I gave you ten minutes, and you've had more than half an hour!!"
"Ooops" said Ron, preparing to leave.
"Ron?"
"Yea?" he answered, his hand on the door knob.
"Mr. Weasley!!??" said a menacing tone.
Ron waited doubtfully.
Hermione finally spoke quietly, so that only Ron could hear her: "I wasn't asleep yesterday when you erm... visited" she said slyly, not looking at him.
Ron's mouth fell open, and he went deep scarlet, realising what she meant, but Madam Pomfrey advanced on him and practically pushed him out of the door.
Ron just stood there staring at the closed door, blinking.
Dammit, why did I have to do it?
Now she KNOWS what I feel....
He looked totally lost for words, and headed to the boy's toilets, where he sat down and groaned.
DAMN !
A/N: What did you think? Please review. ;D
Love, *(*whoeversaidlifewasfair*(*