~*Lean On Me*~
A Ron and Hermione Story
(A/N) Hello everyone. (Well at least to the people who actually read this nonsense crap I put up here for no apparent reason) I'm happy that you all seemed to like my last Chapter. This chappie is pretty sweet and fluffy except for the beginning which you should be expecting to be quite sad. Hermione is feeling very worthless at this point right now and you will all soon be seeing why. She lost her mother and now she feels like everything else is crashing down on her as well. Poor girl. Well anywho I'm just waisting my time cuz I'm sure only about 1/3 of yous peoples actually read this stuff. (by the way I did mean to put yous peoples. I'm insane. What do you expect of me?) Well besides I'm only typing here what you'll all be reading in a couple of seconds. So I'm gunna leave now. Until next time...
Love from Lizzie
***A very Merry Unbirthday to everyone!! (With the exception to all the people who's birthday is actually today. You don't count!)***
(Disclaimer) Yeah you caught me! I'm JK Rowling! I'll admit it now. I was bored of writing my sixth HP book so I decide to go on a nonHarryPotter site and write Fanfiction about MY characters love lives and such! I'll just have to admit it now! (Get real people! Why would JK Rowling be posting on a FANfiction site when it's her own creation!!)
Chapter 10: Problems and Solutions
"Bloody hell, Hermione! What are you doing?" Ron yelled rushing over to the corner in which she was standing. She back against the wall and began to slide down in until she was sitting on the floor. As he reached out to comfort her, he trodded on a shred of a broken vial and a sticky puddle of the black potion on the wooden planked floor. Hermione was as pale as a ghost and her mouth was open in shock and terror.
"Hermione, answer me!" he yelled in panic. "You didn't take any did you?" He ran his hand nervously through his hair and began to tremble in fright.
She looked him dead in the eye and opened her mouth so that she could only reply in a small whisper, "Ron,...help me."
He bent down to kneel beside her and took her hands in his. "I can't. Not unless you tell me what's wrong! I have to know. Now I'm going to ask you again, did you take some of this, Hermione." he shook her hands impatiently and she shook her head slightly. "Oh thank, God." he breathed and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't move at all but stared straight forward still as a statue made of stone.
He pulled back from her and grabbed her shoulders firmly. "I still don't understand why you would do this. Why would you resort to this?" As soon as he said this a slight relization came back into her eyes and she looked into his breifly before hanging her head in defeat.
"I don't know." she sighed. "I don't know." he could feel her shake as she began to cry. Her tears began to fall onto the floor and he could feel pity rupture from his heart. He looked around and saw a tall bookcase next to a bed he figured was most likely hers and pulled her to her feet. As she sobbed onto his shoulder he led her over to it and he sat next to her on the edge.
"Now will you PLEASE tell me what's happened with you? Why are you doing this to your self? Can't you see that you are going to get over your mum's death? You really will! Just look at Harry, he's gotten over Sirius hasn't he?"
"But when, Ron? When? Why can't it be now?" Hermione pleaded her eyes bloodshot and glassy with tears.
"You know I can't answer that. It won't just happen over night. It takes alot of time. You loved her a lot and now she's gone. It's going to take a lot for your heart to heal, but you have to be patient. Your hurt will get better. You just have to keep faith."
Hermione looked down at her feet and skooted over closer to his side and lay her head on his shoulder. "I'm so scared though. I know I'm going to get over the pain of her death but I don't want to forget her. She all I had since dad left home. He never comes home very often either. He's the top dentist in his office and he had to leave for Venice, Italy so that he could help with some more major jobs there. I never want her to leave my heart. I don't want it to go away. She's all I had and now I might... I might forget her."
"You can never forget a person you love. No matter how far away from them you are, no matter how long ago you last saw them, no matter how much you'd like to forget them, they'll always be there in the side of your mind, ready to slide back to the front at the most unsuspected times."
Ron had known this for a fact. No matter how hard he used to try to deny how much he cared for Hermione, he would always find himself thinkimg about her at the most unexpected times and places. His mum would sometimes have to slap him on the back of the head when thoughts of Hermione would sometimes slip in front of his eyes as she was yelling at him over some stupid accident Fred and George would blame him for.
"But, Hermione I still don't understand If you knew you would stop hurting eventually why would you try to... you know..."
She lifted her head of his shoulder and pulled her legs up to her chest and tried not to look him in the eye. He wished that she would put her head on him again. It would be alot more comforting to him. "Ron, that's not all of it." He looked at her curiously but her face was turned away from his.
"What is it?" he asked symathetically.
She shook her head and stared down at the floor again. "Ron everything is just so wrong right now and it just makes me hurt even more. I'm failing all of my tests in my classes. My mum just died and she was like the only parent I had since Dad was gone all of the time, Voldemort is threatening to kill us and all our family, and I feel jelous of Harry and Ginny because they are just so wonderful together and I have no one. And I... I just feel so hidious and ugly that no one in their right mind would ever want to hold me like Harry does Ginny, not even Victor. He wrote me back the other day, and I was stupid enough to read it. He told me that he was sorry for trying to kiss me, and that if he wouldn't have been drunk he never would have tried." She placed her head in her arms and began to cry again. "Why don't you just let me die and get it over with, Ron? I'm worthless. Nobody would care, not even my friends."
"Hermione what are you talking about? We have been worried sick about you over the past few days." Ron yelled unintentionally.
"Ron, please don't yell at me." she pleaded with a soft and sorrowful face.
"Sorry." he muttered feeling guilty. "But really, Hermione why would you think that we don't care what happens to you? You should know that."
"I know but I'm stupid and I..."
"Hermione you're not stupid! Stop saying that!"
"Alright, I'm sorry now. It's just that, I've noticed that neither you, Harry, Ginny, nor even Neville have been talking to me or even making eye contact with me whatsoever. And then you all would sit all the way across the common room from me like I was contagious or something."
Ron snickered slightly. "Hermione, it was you who told us that you wanted to be alone. We were only respecting your decisions."
"You really took me seriously?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "I felt so alone just walking down the corridors even if it was crouded with tons of people much less actually by myself. When I would see you all sitting away from me, I felt like I would scream with fright. I was so scared and every time I would try to go around you, you wouldn't even acknowloge that I was even there."
"We're sorry too, Hermione. We didn't mean to act like that. It's just that, we didn't know how to act around you. We didn't know weither to be happy or to be serious or to even talk at all. We were to afraid to offend you or hurt you or something. I didn't even think that you even wanted to talk to us to begin with and I'm sorry for not asking. I feel like its my fault that you ended up like this now."
"It isn't your fault." Hermione sighed and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Ron followed suit and sat next to her. "I know I don't act like it but I really do care what other peopl think about me. I really do. I can see the way that boys look at Parvati and Lavender and I know that no one ever looks at me that way. You can't blame yourself for my being so ugly and undesirable. And I know that even I can't control that."
Ron laughed outloud this time and Hermione turned to him with a scowl. "It's not funny, Ron!" she shouted with visible anger in her eyes. "Your so insensitive!"
"No! No, I promise you it's not like that." Ron managed to say through his laughter. "I just think that its very funny that you could think like that about yourself."
She fiddled with a strand of her hair and didn't look up at him. "Well, I am. I'm hidious and no one will ever want to love me, or hold my hand, or even kiss me ," she whispered.
Ron gulped. He knew what he had to do as she looked up at him almost expectantly.
"Hermione, listen to me from a guy's point of view. Your beautiful! Any guy would be fighting to be you boyfriend. In fact I know a few guys who would love to date you, and I'm sure no one would ever mind giving you a kiss. As a, um, matter of fact..."
Ron knew she had been expecting this as soon as she had said that no one would ever want to kiss her, but he wasn't sure wheither she realized that he was actually going to do it or not. Ron leaned over and gently kissed her directly on the lips. He felt as if he had been lifted off the ground and was flying in mid-air. He had never felt so wonderful in his entire life. Even if it had only lasted about five seconds Ron felt very pleased with himself. He drew himself away to look at her utterly surprized expression. he had to smile to disguize the fact that he was also as surprized and amazed as she was. Smartly saying to ease the situation, "So, you were saying?"
"I...I...I don't know what to say." she sputtered clumbsily still wide eyed with amazement.
"I know. It does kind of make you speechless, huh?" he added trying to make it seem like he hadn't done anything special but only did it to prove his point.
"Oh shut up, Ron!" Hermione teased and smiled the true smile that she had hidden for that whole week. Ron seemed to have noticed too and looked amazed at what he had accomplished.
"Look! I got you to smile." he pointed out.
"Yeah. I guess you did." she sighed leaning against his chest. He could feel himself tense. "Thanks." she whispered softly. He loosened up again and smiled to himself.
"Any time." he said, lightly kissing the top of her head.
She began to hum a song that her mum used to sing to her as a young girl when she was upset over something.
Ron recognized it right away from the Muggle stations Fred and George used to make fun of as they flipped through the radio. Mrs. Weasley had grown fond of it and would sometimes sing it as she did her house work.
"Sometimes in our lives we all have pain, we all have sorrow.
But if we are wize we know there's always tomorrow." Ron began to sing.
Hermione looked up at him in surprize. He sung really well, and she had never noticed it before but he had a really sexy, deep voice. She settled herself back against his chest and let the song carry her away.
"Lean on me, when you are not strong, and I'll be your friend.
I'll help to carry you on. For it won't be long, till I'm gunna need
somebody to lean on.
Please swallow your pride, if I have
faith, you need to borrow. For no one can fill those of your
needs that you won't let show.
You just call on me when you need a hand,
we al need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you'll understand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me, when you are not strong, and I'll be your friend.
I'll help to carry you on. For it won't be long, till I'm gunna need
somebody to lean on.
You just call on me when you need a hand,
we al need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you'll understand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
If there is a load, you have to bear, that you can't carry,
I'm right up your road, I'll share your load if you just call me.
Lean on Me."
Ron looked down at Hermione to find that she had fallen asleep. Oh well. he thought to himself. He somehow laid her down on the pillow without waking her up. Looking over at the alarm clock on her bedside table, he could tell that the rest of the Gryffindor students would be coming back up to the tower any time now. He went to get out of the bed when realized that Hermione was still laying on his arm. He slightly pulled it and she startled in her sleep. Decideing not to wake her, he made up his mind to sleep here for the night, now that he actually had an excuse too do so. So no one else would notice, using his free hand, he managed to close the bed hangings and settle himself next to the girl he had dreamed about since he was thirteen. "Night, 'Mione." he mummbled, pulling the covers over them both.
" 'Night." she grumbled through her sleep. He turned over next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him. Like that he fell into the best sleep he'd had in a long time.
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(A/N) Sweet huh? If I was Hermione though I would have never fallen asleep! The poor phsyco girl doesn't know what she's doing! You know what, this is kinda funny. I wrote this story and now I'm picking on the stuff I wrote! Alright that sounds crazy so I'm gunna stop now. Bye Bye!
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(Summary of Ch11.) Ahhhhh! That's scary next chapter is chapter 11! Ahhhhh I said it again! That means it's the next chapter is the... second to last chapter. AHHHHHHHHHHH! OMG all this time I didn't even relize it but were getting really close to the end huh? Kinda sad. Anywho your looking at this for a summary so I'm gunna give you a summary.
It's Christmas! *** That's all I got to say! There happy now?***
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