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b What're Friends For /b
i When
I'm lost in the rain,
In your eyes I know
I'll find the light
to light my way. /i
Harry
Potter, the boy-who-lived, raven-haired and emerald-eyed, rushed into
the Gryffindor common room, his eyes red and puffy and his cheeks
wet. It was quite late and the only people in the common room were
his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The two were
playing wizard's chess (Hermoine was going out with a valiant
struggle) and both looked up when they heard the portrait door open
and close.
Harry was panting as if he had run the length of the
Quidditch field. He looked at his best friends and shook his head.
"She told me she couldn't see me after what happened with
Cedric," He then bolted up the staircase to the boy's
dormitories.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance and Ron
stood nodding. "I'll tell you what happens later, Hermione,"
he turned and made his way to the stairs.
i When
I'm scared, losing ground,
When my world is going crazy
You can
turn it all around (yes) /i
When
Ron walked into his and Harry's dormitory, Harry's bed curtain was
drawn and ragged breathing could be heard coming from within. Ron
pulled open the curtain a bit and peered in. the sight within jarred
him. Harry was crying openly into his pillow. Ron's heart skipped a
beat and all he wanted to do was stop Harry's tears.
"Harry?" Ron asked tentatively.
Harry jumped
and turned around wiping his face, collecting his composure. He
looked at Ron and a scared look crossed his face, dreading what his
best friend would say after he was caught pouring his pain onto the
pillow in the form of hot tears. "Yes, Ron?"
"What happened? Was it Cho?" Ron paused, thinking of all
the horrendous curses he knew for the Ravenclaw Seeker that broke his
best friend's heart. She's going to regret the day she messed with
Ronald Weasley's best friend.
"I was practicing for
the Gryffindor/Slytherin match coming up next week and she came a
little while after me asking if it was alright for her to practice
with me. I said it was fine so we tossed golf-balls for each other to
catch. She missed one and we decided to go look for it. The sun was
just setting and her hair caught the light just right. She was really
pretty then," right then Ron's heart just about stopped and he
watched as Harry told the rest of his story trying to hide the hurt
he was feeling and at the same time not really knowing what the hurt
was about. Harry continued, "I saw the ball and pointed it out.
We both went for it and our hands collided as we reached for it. We
both looked up and I thought it was the time I was waiting for and .
. . and . . ." Harry's eyes glazed over and he closed his eyes
to keep himself from crying. "I . . . I kissed her and she
pushed me away and she told me that I was too young and that I wasn't
her type and it was too soon and that she couldn't date me after what
happened with Cedric," Harry looked around with a lost look upon
his face. Ron pulled him into a brotherly bear hug.
i And
when I'm down you're there
Pushing me to the top
You're always
there giving me all you've got /i
"She
has no clue what she's missing in you. You'll get over her eventually
but she will always wonder what she missed, and she will know that
what ever it was that it was something good." Ron felt warmth
spill onto his shoulder as Harry started to cry.
After a
little while Harry looked up at Ron and smiled, his eyes still bright
from crying, "Thanks, Ron"
"What're
friends for?"
i For a
shield from the storm,
For a friend,
For a love to keep me safe
and warm,
I turn to you. /i
Neither one knew how the hug changed. If they were asked what it had
changed into, at that time neither would be able to answer. All they
knew was that it changed and they weren't sure whether they liked it
or not.
Harry laid his head on Ron's shoulder and Ron
rubbed Harry's back. They had sat like that for a long time when Ron
looked down at Harry's face and something just clicked in his head.
Later he would never know why he did it, but he kissed him. Oh my
God. I just kissed my best friend. I just kissed Harry Potter! I just
kissed the freaking boy-who-lived. Those thoughts raced through his
mind as he pulled back looking at Harry. Harry's face was frozen in
shock.
"Ron?"
Ron blushed and
looked away, muttering, "Sorry." He got up and started for
his bed but was stopped by the hand on his wrist. Ron looked down
onto the delicate hand of the Seeker then followed it up to the
person who it belonged to. "Harry?"
Harry got up and
kissed Ron on the cheek. Quickly after, he brushed past Ron and went
down to the common room to sit by the fire.
Ron put his
hand to his cheek and stood there in that position for a while. Ron
felt hot fire emanate from the spot where Harry kissed him and he
broke out into a goofy smile laying down on his bed. He closed his
eyes happily awaiting the next day. Hoping for the best, but
preparing for the worst.
i For
someone to lean on
For a heart I can rely on through anything
For
one who I can turn to /i
