A/N I'm new to the world of fanfiction and just wrote this for a bit of shipping fun, I get the feeling all the characters will be paired off in the end which is corny yes, but I'm like that! I'm hoping this is going to be about 8/9 chapters long. Happy reading!

Chapter One

Ron Weasley rolled up his sleeves for the umpteenth time but to no avail. The flimsy robe kept defying him, determined to make him suffer in the stuffy heat of an extremely cramped classroom. Ron looked around, there must have been about eighty Gryffindors crammed into the one room. He did understand the purpose of these Muggle Relations classes, especially after the endless lecture from his mother after complaining about them a couple of times. He supposed it was a good thing that the Ministry was trying to improve things in the wizarding world, wizzard-muggle relations in particular, what with muggles being even more affected by the second war than the first, he just didn't want the extra hassle and he'd never really been fond of change.

There had been a lot of changes over the past year. The war had begun but, with the vital information provided by Order loyal Snape and Draco Malfoy, had ended quickly. To cut a long story short, Harry had successfully defeated Voldemort and the prophecy had been fulfilled. As with all wars, though, there had been many casualties, including deaths. Ron thought about his brothers every day, still feeling a shoot of pain inside whenever anything reminded him of Charlie, Percy or Fred. Telling his dad had been the worst part. They had sat around his hospital bed, his mother's eyes red raw from crying, Ginny sobbing into his shoulder while he just sat there, stone-like. For weeks he didn't understand why he hadn't shed one tear, why he had just drifted around the Burrow trying to help the rest of them cope instead of grieving himself, why he had been the only one whose eyes were dry at the funeral.

In the middle of June, he and George had had a talk about everything. They hadn't been amazingly close in the past, in fact Ron could only really relate to Charlie, always asking him for advice and help when he was in trouble. It had been hard enough when he'd gone to Romania, but now he knew he wasn't coming back…Ron couldn't bare to think of what George must be going through. The whole of the Weasley family had become closer after that. What Ron would've avoided before at all costs now happened on a regular basis when the whole clan sat down for 'family chats'. He always sat on his mother's right hand side. Subconsciously he desperately wanted to comfort and protect her. That was why after a short grumble about having to do even more muggle studies, this time compulsory, he did exactly what he was told and turned up without a second thought.

Three months after the final battle and things seemed to be getting back to as close to normality as possible. It was mid-August and the new Ministry scheme to improve the relationship between the wizarding and muggle world had begun. All Hogwarts students were to participate in a two week intensive Muggle Studies course. This included Ron, Harry and Hermione due to the other Ministry master plan to reopen Hogwarts as if the war had never begun. This meant that the trio were now in their final school year but could no longer joke about the fact there seemed to be twice the amount of first years than the year before, because there actually were. Ron wondered whether it was this fact that made the room so stuffy, or whether it was just the usual summer heat along with the immense boredom and fatigue which made him feel like he was about to faint.

The past few nights had been spent chatting until the morning with those he hadn't seen for about a year, asking after family members and sharing silent moments for those who could no longer be with them. Ron yawned, too tired, or lazy, to bother trying to hide it.

"So tell us Mr Weasley, what in your opinion can we lean today from Romeo and Juliet?"

Being put on the spot certainly woke him up a bit. He didn't have the foggiest who Romeo and Juliet were, or what they taught. He tried to sneak a quick peek at Hermione's notes that she had so furiously scribbled, but her smooth, elegant hands covered the parchment in front of her. What was she taking notes for anyway? Wasn't this all a bit pointless for muggleborns who knew al the answers already? Nevertheless Hermione's hand shot up in the air and waved around for a bit until the teacher, whose name Ron had failed to listen to in the first place, called on her for the answer.

"Hasn't changed a bit, has she?" Ron muttered to Harry who was sitting on the other side of him.

"She's changed a lot more than you know" thought Harry.

A/N Well thats it for the first chappie guys, hope you liked it. It was shorter than I expected but I quite like this length. Please R&R I really want to know if I'm on the right lines!