[A/N: Ok, this is kind of a 'spur of the moment' chapters...I love this song
and I had to write something for it......So, I hope you like it. I own nothing,
yadaa yadda, no songs, no characters (minus Beth), nadda, ZILCH, cappeish?]
Ron heard Harry walk back into their dorm and turned away from his best mate, not wanting to talk. Harry saw Ron face away from him and groaned. "Ron mate, c'mon. We have to talk about this whole Beth thing. It's tearin' you up."
Ron swatted at Harry. "Shut up. It's too early." Harry hit Ron on the shoulder. "Now. Get up, I have to tell you something."
Ron sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. The sun was just starting to peak over the edge of the horizon, casting dancing shadows all over the Gryffindor boys' dorm. Someone had opened the window at the end of the room and a light, end-of-summer breeze was ruffling papers on Seamus' desk.
Harry grabbed a shirt from Ron's suitcase at the foot of his bed and gave it to him. Ron pulled it over his head and followed Harry out into the common room. Ron was wearing the boxers Beth had gotten him the previous summer for a gag present. They were bright pink with dancing leprechauns on them.
Harry sat down on one of the large cushy sofas and Ron sat in an armchair across from him, still yawning. "This better be good. Lord knows you and I both could use our beauty sleep." Harry grinned at Ron, "Speak for yourself."
Then he cleared his throat. He felt horrible; he was being disloyal to Hermione, something he hated to do. But this was for the good of his best mate. Ron leaned his head against the back of his chair and stretched. "What a conversation mate, really your speaking skills astound me." Harry looked with shock at Ron. He couldn't remember a time when Ron had used more than one 3-syllable word in a sentence before.
Ron saw Harry's questioning look and shrugged. "Had to do something this summer, I read the dictionary."
Harry groaned. "Ron, mate that's what I'm talking about. You spent all of this summer pining over Beth. You swore you were over her, but you haven't been the same since you guys broke up."
"You mean since she dumped me."
Harry opened his mouth, and then shut it, knowing better than to argue with Ron on that point. "Ok, whatever. But you know, she misses you too."
Ron had shut his eyes again while Harry was talking. He opened one and looked sideways at Harry. Harry noticed his lack of surprise. He'd thought that he was delivering a mind-blowing piece of information. Apparently Ron wither didn't quite understand him, or was too groggy to respond.
"How do you know that?" Harry sighed and told Ron the whole story about finding Beth, and the picture.
Ron nodded. "Yeah, I gave her that. She loved pictures, when her mom and dad were having some troubles she'd put their pictures together and talk to them like they were ok."
Ron's eyes clouded up a little. Harry was shocked. He'd never seen Ron really cry before. "I have the only other copy of that picture in the world. He pulled the picture out and looked at it with sad eyes. "She's gorgeous mate. I can't stand being with her and not being able to tell her that every second."
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
Harry nodded. He understood exactly how his friend felt. Is he ever had to give up Hermione.......He didn't know what he'd do.
"Why don't you tell her that?"
Ron laughed. His laugh was hollow, so unlike the characterized laugh the all the Weasleys shared. Ron stopped laughing as abruptly as he'd begun. When he looked at Harry, his eyes had a look like he wasn't seeing the same thing Harry was, like he was looking through him, or rather, over him.
"I went to America to see her. Last summer I mean. Remember the week I said I was sick? And mum had everyone leave the house because she didn't want any of you getting sick too. I had Fred and George apparate me to San Francisco. I had to see her......."
*FLASHBACK*
Ron waved to Fred and George as they walked off, laughing mischievously. He could have sworn they'd said something about picking up a few girls. Each.
Ron groaned and hoped that they wouldn't get into too much trouble. Then, he walked into the Rent-A-Car shop.
Twenty minutes and five car attendants later, Ron Weasley was driving towards the Halliwell manor, map in one hand, wand in the other. He finally pulled up into Beth's driveway.
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
It was getting dark out and rain clouds were blowing in from the ocean. Ron looked out his window at the silhouettes in Beth's house. Shadows against curtains walking around. He recognized Leo and Piper, Beth's parents sitting in the living room. He watched Beth's brother Kye (aka Wyatt) pace around his room, moving his arms energetically.
But Ron couldn't spot the one person he wanted to see, so he took out his wand and muttered, "Spius revelus." The walls of the manor seemed to melt away, exposing the people inside. Only Ron could see into the house. No one could see out, and no one from the streets could see in.
Ron's eyes scanned the house furiously, until finally he saw her. He got out of the rental car and walked to the back where he could see her better. Just as he got a good look at her, it began to rain. Within minutes, it was pouring.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Ron watched as Beth flipped through a book, pausing every now and then to look closely at one page or another. She'd smile, and brush a hair away from her face, but after every page her smile would always fade and she'd cry softly.
Ron wanted nothing more than to run to her room, wrap his arms around her and dry her tears, but he couldn't. Not just yet.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
Finally Beth put down the book, stretched and climbed into her old fashioned, four poster bed. Ron watched her every breath, blinking the falling raindrops out of his eyes. Someone opened Beth's door and looked in. It was Kye. He walked into his sister's room and turned out her lamp. Then he walked to her window, and was about to shut her curtains when he happened to look out, and he saw Ron. Kye looked from his sleeping sister, to her ex boyfriend.
Ron was frozen on the spot. He knew that he should run, but something in him was silently begging Kye to let him see her. Kye seemed to know what Ron was thinking and nodded. The next thing Ron knew, he was in Beth's room. Kye just nodded at him. "You have five minutes, I won't tell her."
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
Kye left the room and shut the door behind him. Ron looked at the sleeping form of Beth. She looked so serene and peaceful. He picked up the book next to her bed. It was a photo album. Ron flipped it open to the first page. In the center of the page was a picture of him and Beth sitting by a fountain. He flipped through the rest of it. Every page was filled with pictures of him and her. Ron looked at Beth and smiled.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
He knelt beside her bed and put his head next to her face. She smiled, like she knew it was him. Ron kissed her nose lightly and whispered, "I love you."
And She will be loved
And She will be loved
The room started to melt, and Ron found himself kneeling in a puddle next to his car. He looked up to Beth's window and sighed. He opened his car door and sat in the driver's seat. He hadn't realized how long he'd been standing out in the rain. He was soaked, and the moon was shining through clump of clouds.
As Ron pulled away from the house, he looked once more at Beth's window, and he could have sworn he saw her, standing there, watching him leave.
Beth watched Ron pull away from her house. She blinked and felt his kiss, and the drops of rain he'd accidentally left on her sheets. And she whispered,
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Ron returned the car the next morning, apologizing profusely for the muddy floors and wet seats. Fred and George met Ron outside a McDonalds, each clutching a gigantic coffee and clutching their heads.
"Rough night?" Both nodded and took huge gulps of their coffee. At about noon, all three brothers apparated back to the Burrow, tucking Ron into his bed, saying, "Nighty night Ronneikins...Feel better."
Ron actually did get sick from standing for so long in the rain. And all throughout his fever and chills, he dreamt of her.
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Please don't try so hard to say good bye.
Ron heard Harry walk back into their dorm and turned away from his best mate, not wanting to talk. Harry saw Ron face away from him and groaned. "Ron mate, c'mon. We have to talk about this whole Beth thing. It's tearin' you up."
Ron swatted at Harry. "Shut up. It's too early." Harry hit Ron on the shoulder. "Now. Get up, I have to tell you something."
Ron sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. The sun was just starting to peak over the edge of the horizon, casting dancing shadows all over the Gryffindor boys' dorm. Someone had opened the window at the end of the room and a light, end-of-summer breeze was ruffling papers on Seamus' desk.
Harry grabbed a shirt from Ron's suitcase at the foot of his bed and gave it to him. Ron pulled it over his head and followed Harry out into the common room. Ron was wearing the boxers Beth had gotten him the previous summer for a gag present. They were bright pink with dancing leprechauns on them.
Harry sat down on one of the large cushy sofas and Ron sat in an armchair across from him, still yawning. "This better be good. Lord knows you and I both could use our beauty sleep." Harry grinned at Ron, "Speak for yourself."
Then he cleared his throat. He felt horrible; he was being disloyal to Hermione, something he hated to do. But this was for the good of his best mate. Ron leaned his head against the back of his chair and stretched. "What a conversation mate, really your speaking skills astound me." Harry looked with shock at Ron. He couldn't remember a time when Ron had used more than one 3-syllable word in a sentence before.
Ron saw Harry's questioning look and shrugged. "Had to do something this summer, I read the dictionary."
Harry groaned. "Ron, mate that's what I'm talking about. You spent all of this summer pining over Beth. You swore you were over her, but you haven't been the same since you guys broke up."
"You mean since she dumped me."
Harry opened his mouth, and then shut it, knowing better than to argue with Ron on that point. "Ok, whatever. But you know, she misses you too."
Ron had shut his eyes again while Harry was talking. He opened one and looked sideways at Harry. Harry noticed his lack of surprise. He'd thought that he was delivering a mind-blowing piece of information. Apparently Ron wither didn't quite understand him, or was too groggy to respond.
"How do you know that?" Harry sighed and told Ron the whole story about finding Beth, and the picture.
Ron nodded. "Yeah, I gave her that. She loved pictures, when her mom and dad were having some troubles she'd put their pictures together and talk to them like they were ok."
Ron's eyes clouded up a little. Harry was shocked. He'd never seen Ron really cry before. "I have the only other copy of that picture in the world. He pulled the picture out and looked at it with sad eyes. "She's gorgeous mate. I can't stand being with her and not being able to tell her that every second."
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
Harry nodded. He understood exactly how his friend felt. Is he ever had to give up Hermione.......He didn't know what he'd do.
"Why don't you tell her that?"
Ron laughed. His laugh was hollow, so unlike the characterized laugh the all the Weasleys shared. Ron stopped laughing as abruptly as he'd begun. When he looked at Harry, his eyes had a look like he wasn't seeing the same thing Harry was, like he was looking through him, or rather, over him.
"I went to America to see her. Last summer I mean. Remember the week I said I was sick? And mum had everyone leave the house because she didn't want any of you getting sick too. I had Fred and George apparate me to San Francisco. I had to see her......."
*FLASHBACK*
Ron waved to Fred and George as they walked off, laughing mischievously. He could have sworn they'd said something about picking up a few girls. Each.
Ron groaned and hoped that they wouldn't get into too much trouble. Then, he walked into the Rent-A-Car shop.
Twenty minutes and five car attendants later, Ron Weasley was driving towards the Halliwell manor, map in one hand, wand in the other. He finally pulled up into Beth's driveway.
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
It was getting dark out and rain clouds were blowing in from the ocean. Ron looked out his window at the silhouettes in Beth's house. Shadows against curtains walking around. He recognized Leo and Piper, Beth's parents sitting in the living room. He watched Beth's brother Kye (aka Wyatt) pace around his room, moving his arms energetically.
But Ron couldn't spot the one person he wanted to see, so he took out his wand and muttered, "Spius revelus." The walls of the manor seemed to melt away, exposing the people inside. Only Ron could see into the house. No one could see out, and no one from the streets could see in.
Ron's eyes scanned the house furiously, until finally he saw her. He got out of the rental car and walked to the back where he could see her better. Just as he got a good look at her, it began to rain. Within minutes, it was pouring.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Ron watched as Beth flipped through a book, pausing every now and then to look closely at one page or another. She'd smile, and brush a hair away from her face, but after every page her smile would always fade and she'd cry softly.
Ron wanted nothing more than to run to her room, wrap his arms around her and dry her tears, but he couldn't. Not just yet.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
Finally Beth put down the book, stretched and climbed into her old fashioned, four poster bed. Ron watched her every breath, blinking the falling raindrops out of his eyes. Someone opened Beth's door and looked in. It was Kye. He walked into his sister's room and turned out her lamp. Then he walked to her window, and was about to shut her curtains when he happened to look out, and he saw Ron. Kye looked from his sleeping sister, to her ex boyfriend.
Ron was frozen on the spot. He knew that he should run, but something in him was silently begging Kye to let him see her. Kye seemed to know what Ron was thinking and nodded. The next thing Ron knew, he was in Beth's room. Kye just nodded at him. "You have five minutes, I won't tell her."
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
Kye left the room and shut the door behind him. Ron looked at the sleeping form of Beth. She looked so serene and peaceful. He picked up the book next to her bed. It was a photo album. Ron flipped it open to the first page. In the center of the page was a picture of him and Beth sitting by a fountain. He flipped through the rest of it. Every page was filled with pictures of him and her. Ron looked at Beth and smiled.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
He knelt beside her bed and put his head next to her face. She smiled, like she knew it was him. Ron kissed her nose lightly and whispered, "I love you."
And She will be loved
And She will be loved
The room started to melt, and Ron found himself kneeling in a puddle next to his car. He looked up to Beth's window and sighed. He opened his car door and sat in the driver's seat. He hadn't realized how long he'd been standing out in the rain. He was soaked, and the moon was shining through clump of clouds.
As Ron pulled away from the house, he looked once more at Beth's window, and he could have sworn he saw her, standing there, watching him leave.
Beth watched Ron pull away from her house. She blinked and felt his kiss, and the drops of rain he'd accidentally left on her sheets. And she whispered,
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Ron returned the car the next morning, apologizing profusely for the muddy floors and wet seats. Fred and George met Ron outside a McDonalds, each clutching a gigantic coffee and clutching their heads.
"Rough night?" Both nodded and took huge gulps of their coffee. At about noon, all three brothers apparated back to the Burrow, tucking Ron into his bed, saying, "Nighty night Ronneikins...Feel better."
Ron actually did get sick from standing for so long in the rain. And all throughout his fever and chills, he dreamt of her.
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Please don't try so hard to say good bye.