Disclaimer: JK Rowling © Harry Potter & co.

Notes: Well, this is totally random, MAYBE a one-shot.

-Holding out for my hero-

Endless sheets of rain. It had been this way for a week now. This made things a little colder, and a little drearier. This made a normally hyper and optimistic redhead just downright depressed.

Now those were to things that never crossed: Ron Weasley and depression. But for a weeks worth of heavy rain, as well as no word form home on how things were (add on crummy classes), and the bubbly teen had reason to be indifferent. He put on a mask around Harry and Hermione; then again, he put on a mask in front of everybody, so there wasn't much of a difference there.

The redhead sat on his four-poster bed, leaning back against his pillow, curtains drawn. He wanted to be alone-for once; he didn't want anyone near him. For some reason, he felt dirty, as through he didn't belong. He felt he didn't deserve what he had-two wonderful friends, a large, loving family, and hell, who needed more then that! But somehow, he felt as if he didn't need it, didn't want it…

"What would it matter," he wondered aloud, "if I had a little…accident…? I'm not…important…really..." He hugged his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. He was about to continue his personal ranting when he heard the dorm room door open.

"Ron? You okay?" Harry walked over, pulling back the curtains ever so slightly, emerald eyes glittering in worry and confusion. "You alright?" He sat on the bed beside him, letting the curtains fall back in place, conceiling them in near darkness. "What's wrong? You haven't been looking well; Herimone's worried about you-"

"Only Hermione then?" Ron's voice cracked slightly. He had worried no one cared, but to know that only ONE of his best friends cared broke him-especially the one that meant the most. "That's just fine-not as if I care..."

Harry knew Ron was lying; Ron's voice was cracking, and Harry could tell he was either on the verge of crying, or had already passed that line. "...Ron...We all care-"

"As if!" Ron was definatly crying now. "I don't think you realize the magnitude of this! You don't even know what I'm going through!"

"I would," Harry pointed out, "If you'd just tell me." He placed a cold hand on Ron's hot cheek, feeling the hot liquid running down the redhead's face. "You talk, and I'll listen. That's the way it goes. That's what friends are for..." He felt Ron's lip tremble before Ron leaned forward, burying his face in Harry's lap. Harry smiled softly, brushing back the scarlet locks of hair gently, shushing the youngest Weasley boy as he would a small child. After a while, the ebony-haired wizard lifted up the older boy's head. "I want you to calm down, okay?" He pressed his lips against the boy's forehead gently, then pressed his own forehead against it. "But how long have you been feeling this way?"

"A long time," Ron muttered in response, leaning against the other boy carefully.

"It's a wonder then. What's kept you going?"

Ron smiled to himself. I've been holding out...for you...my hero, who saved me from myself. "Oh, you know, this and that." Heis smile broadened, and he shoved Harry off the bed playfully. "Let's go pester Hermione!"

THE END

Well, that sucked...