~*Lean On Me*~
A Ron and Hermione Story
(A/N) To those of you who actually read this stuff (which I'm sure about half of you just skip over this) I just want to say thanx for reviewing and for the helpful critisism and to those new readers please review and keep reading. I promise you this story will definantly get loads better as it goes on. This is my first fic so you just have to bear with me. Thanx bunches!! Love from ~Lizzie
(Disclaimer) This is always the worst part about writing a fan fiction, you have to realize that the charachters just aren't yours to claim. So unfortunatly in order for me to actually believe this, I have to say it. All of these characters (Including Ron) are not mine. They are all property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros.There I said it.I'm going to cry now. The only thing I own is the title and the story plot those are mine. Oh yeah and Chris is too.(for more info on Chris and myself please see my info)
Chapter 2: Ride Among the Stars
Maybe I do like him. No, Hermione! No you do not! He is just your friend.
Ron and Hermione made their way over down to the Quidditch Pitch as the last strip of sunlight shrank below the herizon.
"I love sunsets." Ron breathed unexpectedly, breaking the silence that had followed them all the way outside.
"What? Oh, yeah. They're great." Hermione mumbled staring at her shoes.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked with a look of concern in his eyes as he mounted his broom.
"Oh, no. I'm fine." she smiled assuringly, feeling slightly guilty about lying to one of her best friends.
"Alright if your sure." Ron shrugged before flying high onto the evening sky.
Hermione watched as his spiky red hair flew in the ruush of wind. She sighed slightly and sat in the slightly snowy grass. Ron flew in circles a few minutes, then he summoned a large crate from under the stands that surrounded them. He made the balls fly towards him as he guarded the goals. She watched him very attentivly as he flew gracefully around the three large hoops, showing off slightly.
Wow, he looks really sexy! Wait. What am I thinking?
She looked up worriedly as though he could hear everything that she thought. He looked over at her and made her stomache drop. He didn't hear that, did he? He landed next to her as she smiled to hide the fact of her personal fear.
"Hey 'Mione wanna go for a ride?" He asked running a hand through his already wind whipped hair.
"First of all my name is HER-mione, and secondly I don't even have a broom to ride on." she finished matter-of-factly as Ron helped her onto her feet.
"Sorry Her-my-own-knee." Ron grinned sarcastically stressed her name. "Besides you don't need your own broom. You can ride with me."
"You want me to ride with you on the same broom?" Hermione squeaked nervously. "I don't think that's very safe. Are you sure it can hold both of us?"
"Your not that heavy. Anyways if a single broom can hold Golye on it, I think it will carry us just fine." Ron answered giving a sure nod.
Hermione snickered slightly. "Alright I guess so." she shrugged as her heart lept for joy. What was that? she asked herself at the sudden eagerness.
Ron grabbed her hand to help her on the broom. Her stomache did yet another flip, but she ignored it.
When she finally got her balance and settled herself comfortably, she slightly wrapped her arms around Ron's waist, making sure she didn't touch him too much. He turned his head to the side slightly. "You might want to hold on a little tighter, at least until we get into the air." Then he gave her a quick wink and turned forward again.
Hermione wrapped her arms on very slightly tighter but not anymore.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, then!" he said gripping his broom firmly. He kicked off from the ground hard, making Hermione slide backwards with a big jolt. She quickly clutched onto Ron for dear life, shaking with fright.
"Rrrrr-onnn!" sh cried terrified. Ron laughed aloud and Hermione gave him a tight squeeze that made him cough.
"I told you to hold on tighter, but nooooo. Ron's too thick to know what he is talking about." Ron mimicked giving her a quick glance with one of his adorable smiles.
"That is not what I said, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione huffed trying to seem angry, but his smile would melt the creulest of hearts, and she couldn't help but smile in return.
Ron leveled out his broom finding their hight satisfactory. Hermione loosened her grip feeling slightly uncomfortable.She looked at the view below her and opened her eyes wide with fear and awe. They were so high! she could see everything from where they were sitting.
"Ron it's beautiful." she sighed lightly, taking everything in. She saw the silvery shimmer of the liake, the sparkleof the castle'smany windows in the moon light, the rustling treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the snow-covered grounds of the Quidditch Pitch, that to Hermione felt like ages away.
"I thought you would like it." He said smiling at her again. She felt her knees grow weak and she was sure if she would have been standing they would have given way.
" I do. I really, really do. Oh Ron its so gorgeous."Hermione said estatically.
Ron turned around to her and looked her directly in the eyes. "I know." he whispered faintly. Hermione could have sworn he wasn't talking about the view anymore but figured it was only her imagination.
He turned forward again and flew forward towards the forest and dropped a little lower. As they reached it they skimmed the tops of the trees so that their feet touched the branches. Then he turned towards the lake and landed at the Beech tree right next to the water.
Ron hopped off the floating broomstick and helped Hermione off onto the snow speckled grass. Ron flopped down near the tree and lay in the freshly fallen snow. Hermione however proped herself against the tree as near to him as possible.
"It doesn't fell like Christmas is so near, does it?" Hermione asked hoping to break the stalking silence.
"Yeah only two more weeks. Which reminds me, Mum told me to ask you and Harry if you would like to come to the Burrow for Christmas." Ron said proping himself up with his hand under his head.
"Oh. Well that sounds lovely, really it does, but Mum and Dad really wanted me to spend Christmas this year. After all I've been gone all summer. They've only gotten to see me for two weeks this summer." Hermione then realized what she had said and hoped that he wouldn't ask her about her trip to Bulgaria.
"Where were you?" he asked with raised eyebrows. Oh gosh here it goes.
" I was in Bulgaria with...Victor." Hermione mumbled, now staring thoughtfully at her feet.
"Oh." Ron grumbled. Hermione was thankfull he didn't snap on her about him like he usually did, but dhe did notice the tension growing on his face. They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Hermione kept glancing at his face which still held a stern look. She slid down on her back, so she was lying right next to him. Staring at the star-filled sky she thought aloud unintentionally, "Why do you hate him so much?"
Ron lifted his head and propped it on his arm, so he was facing her directly. "Hermione, I just don't think he's good enough for you. You deserve better than that no good, self-absorbed, son-of-a..."
"Ron!" Hermione said giving hima would be evil glare had his intentions not been so sweet.
"Sorry. But really you deserve better than that Bloody Krum."
"Like who?"
"Well...like me."
"Bit conceeded now aren't we." Hermione smiled at him evilly
"Well don't you think so, too? He said wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
"Ron." she smiled.
Yes ofcourse you are! You are so much better than him! I hate Krum! You take me instead!
Ron moved towards her slowly. Hermione drew a sharp breath.
"You have something in your hair." he snickered removing a twig from her slightly damp hair. She breathed out with relief. His hand brushed her face as he withdrew it. She felt her heart drop into her stomache. She looked up anxiously into his deep blue eyes that were sure to reach his soul. He leaned in closerthan before. Hermione felt her cheeks flush. He pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Hermione leaned in forward slightly too, slightly because she was nervous and to tell him it was okay. They stared into each others eyes. She felt Ron put his hand on her upper arm and slide down it slowly and gently. He was taking i every detail of her flawless face and leaned in for what he had been dreaming of for six years now. "Hermione." he sarted when suddenly..."Ron! Ron your late for practice! It started practically twenty minutes ago!"Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister shouted stomping angrily towards them. "You should have..." she stopped abruptly looking at the two of them so close together.
"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked folding her arms across her chest.
Hermione and Ron both stood up immediatly, both looking very awkard. "N-no. What gave you that idea.?" Ron asked rubbing his hands nervously through his hair.
"W-what do you mean interrupting? Y-y-you weren't interrupting a- anything!" Hermione studdered rubbing her arm were Ron's hand had been only seconds earlier.
"Oh nothing, nothing. I didn't mean nothing.Come on Ron we, uh, we better get to practice before Harry throws a tantrum." Ginny excused her self, waving her arms frantically.
It's 'I didn't mean anything', not 'nothing'.Hermione corrected Ginny's incorrect English in her mind.
"Yeah I better go. Harry will probably throw me off the team, or something if I'm any later. So, I'll see you then." Ron told his shoes. She could see the tips of his ears blush red as they always did when he was nervous.
"Yeah, I'll see you." Hermione called after him as he swung his broom over his shoulder.
Oh Bloody hell, Ginny! If you would have just waited for like two more seconds! Hermione thought angrily, as she kicked a stone on the now deserted grounds back to the castle. ~*~
Special Thanx From Me To.
~VoiCeZWiThiN ~Marauder Angel ~LstCharmed
~Princess Jennifer
~Line-From-Denmark
~Russel Grl15 ~Thinking of a name
(A/N) To those of you who actually read this stuff (which I'm sure about half of you just skip over this) I just want to say thanx for reviewing and for the helpful critisism and to those new readers please review and keep reading. I promise you this story will definantly get loads better as it goes on. This is my first fic so you just have to bear with me. Thanx bunches!! Love from ~Lizzie
(Disclaimer) This is always the worst part about writing a fan fiction, you have to realize that the charachters just aren't yours to claim. So unfortunatly in order for me to actually believe this, I have to say it. All of these characters (Including Ron) are not mine. They are all property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros.There I said it.I'm going to cry now. The only thing I own is the title and the story plot those are mine. Oh yeah and Chris is too.(for more info on Chris and myself please see my info)
Chapter 2: Ride Among the Stars
Maybe I do like him. No, Hermione! No you do not! He is just your friend.
Ron and Hermione made their way over down to the Quidditch Pitch as the last strip of sunlight shrank below the herizon.
"I love sunsets." Ron breathed unexpectedly, breaking the silence that had followed them all the way outside.
"What? Oh, yeah. They're great." Hermione mumbled staring at her shoes.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked with a look of concern in his eyes as he mounted his broom.
"Oh, no. I'm fine." she smiled assuringly, feeling slightly guilty about lying to one of her best friends.
"Alright if your sure." Ron shrugged before flying high onto the evening sky.
Hermione watched as his spiky red hair flew in the ruush of wind. She sighed slightly and sat in the slightly snowy grass. Ron flew in circles a few minutes, then he summoned a large crate from under the stands that surrounded them. He made the balls fly towards him as he guarded the goals. She watched him very attentivly as he flew gracefully around the three large hoops, showing off slightly.
Wow, he looks really sexy! Wait. What am I thinking?
She looked up worriedly as though he could hear everything that she thought. He looked over at her and made her stomache drop. He didn't hear that, did he? He landed next to her as she smiled to hide the fact of her personal fear.
"Hey 'Mione wanna go for a ride?" He asked running a hand through his already wind whipped hair.
"First of all my name is HER-mione, and secondly I don't even have a broom to ride on." she finished matter-of-factly as Ron helped her onto her feet.
"Sorry Her-my-own-knee." Ron grinned sarcastically stressed her name. "Besides you don't need your own broom. You can ride with me."
"You want me to ride with you on the same broom?" Hermione squeaked nervously. "I don't think that's very safe. Are you sure it can hold both of us?"
"Your not that heavy. Anyways if a single broom can hold Golye on it, I think it will carry us just fine." Ron answered giving a sure nod.
Hermione snickered slightly. "Alright I guess so." she shrugged as her heart lept for joy. What was that? she asked herself at the sudden eagerness.
Ron grabbed her hand to help her on the broom. Her stomache did yet another flip, but she ignored it.
When she finally got her balance and settled herself comfortably, she slightly wrapped her arms around Ron's waist, making sure she didn't touch him too much. He turned his head to the side slightly. "You might want to hold on a little tighter, at least until we get into the air." Then he gave her a quick wink and turned forward again.
Hermione wrapped her arms on very slightly tighter but not anymore.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, then!" he said gripping his broom firmly. He kicked off from the ground hard, making Hermione slide backwards with a big jolt. She quickly clutched onto Ron for dear life, shaking with fright.
"Rrrrr-onnn!" sh cried terrified. Ron laughed aloud and Hermione gave him a tight squeeze that made him cough.
"I told you to hold on tighter, but nooooo. Ron's too thick to know what he is talking about." Ron mimicked giving her a quick glance with one of his adorable smiles.
"That is not what I said, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione huffed trying to seem angry, but his smile would melt the creulest of hearts, and she couldn't help but smile in return.
Ron leveled out his broom finding their hight satisfactory. Hermione loosened her grip feeling slightly uncomfortable.She looked at the view below her and opened her eyes wide with fear and awe. They were so high! she could see everything from where they were sitting.
"Ron it's beautiful." she sighed lightly, taking everything in. She saw the silvery shimmer of the liake, the sparkleof the castle'smany windows in the moon light, the rustling treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the snow-covered grounds of the Quidditch Pitch, that to Hermione felt like ages away.
"I thought you would like it." He said smiling at her again. She felt her knees grow weak and she was sure if she would have been standing they would have given way.
" I do. I really, really do. Oh Ron its so gorgeous."Hermione said estatically.
Ron turned around to her and looked her directly in the eyes. "I know." he whispered faintly. Hermione could have sworn he wasn't talking about the view anymore but figured it was only her imagination.
He turned forward again and flew forward towards the forest and dropped a little lower. As they reached it they skimmed the tops of the trees so that their feet touched the branches. Then he turned towards the lake and landed at the Beech tree right next to the water.
Ron hopped off the floating broomstick and helped Hermione off onto the snow speckled grass. Ron flopped down near the tree and lay in the freshly fallen snow. Hermione however proped herself against the tree as near to him as possible.
"It doesn't fell like Christmas is so near, does it?" Hermione asked hoping to break the stalking silence.
"Yeah only two more weeks. Which reminds me, Mum told me to ask you and Harry if you would like to come to the Burrow for Christmas." Ron said proping himself up with his hand under his head.
"Oh. Well that sounds lovely, really it does, but Mum and Dad really wanted me to spend Christmas this year. After all I've been gone all summer. They've only gotten to see me for two weeks this summer." Hermione then realized what she had said and hoped that he wouldn't ask her about her trip to Bulgaria.
"Where were you?" he asked with raised eyebrows. Oh gosh here it goes.
" I was in Bulgaria with...Victor." Hermione mumbled, now staring thoughtfully at her feet.
"Oh." Ron grumbled. Hermione was thankfull he didn't snap on her about him like he usually did, but dhe did notice the tension growing on his face. They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Hermione kept glancing at his face which still held a stern look. She slid down on her back, so she was lying right next to him. Staring at the star-filled sky she thought aloud unintentionally, "Why do you hate him so much?"
Ron lifted his head and propped it on his arm, so he was facing her directly. "Hermione, I just don't think he's good enough for you. You deserve better than that no good, self-absorbed, son-of-a..."
"Ron!" Hermione said giving hima would be evil glare had his intentions not been so sweet.
"Sorry. But really you deserve better than that Bloody Krum."
"Like who?"
"Well...like me."
"Bit conceeded now aren't we." Hermione smiled at him evilly
"Well don't you think so, too? He said wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
"Ron." she smiled.
Yes ofcourse you are! You are so much better than him! I hate Krum! You take me instead!
Ron moved towards her slowly. Hermione drew a sharp breath.
"You have something in your hair." he snickered removing a twig from her slightly damp hair. She breathed out with relief. His hand brushed her face as he withdrew it. She felt her heart drop into her stomache. She looked up anxiously into his deep blue eyes that were sure to reach his soul. He leaned in closerthan before. Hermione felt her cheeks flush. He pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Hermione leaned in forward slightly too, slightly because she was nervous and to tell him it was okay. They stared into each others eyes. She felt Ron put his hand on her upper arm and slide down it slowly and gently. He was taking i every detail of her flawless face and leaned in for what he had been dreaming of for six years now. "Hermione." he sarted when suddenly..."Ron! Ron your late for practice! It started practically twenty minutes ago!"Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister shouted stomping angrily towards them. "You should have..." she stopped abruptly looking at the two of them so close together.
"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked folding her arms across her chest.
Hermione and Ron both stood up immediatly, both looking very awkard. "N-no. What gave you that idea.?" Ron asked rubbing his hands nervously through his hair.
"W-what do you mean interrupting? Y-y-you weren't interrupting a- anything!" Hermione studdered rubbing her arm were Ron's hand had been only seconds earlier.
"Oh nothing, nothing. I didn't mean nothing.Come on Ron we, uh, we better get to practice before Harry throws a tantrum." Ginny excused her self, waving her arms frantically.
It's 'I didn't mean anything', not 'nothing'.Hermione corrected Ginny's incorrect English in her mind.
"Yeah I better go. Harry will probably throw me off the team, or something if I'm any later. So, I'll see you then." Ron told his shoes. She could see the tips of his ears blush red as they always did when he was nervous.
"Yeah, I'll see you." Hermione called after him as he swung his broom over his shoulder.
Oh Bloody hell, Ginny! If you would have just waited for like two more seconds! Hermione thought angrily, as she kicked a stone on the now deserted grounds back to the castle. ~*~
Special Thanx From Me To.
~VoiCeZWiThiN ~Marauder Angel ~LstCharmed
~Princess Jennifer
~Line-From-Denmark
~Russel Grl15 ~Thinking of a name
