This story is set in GOF but Ron never made up with Harry, they still hate each other and have developed new friendship groups. After one reviwer mentioned about the characters not being true to form, im putting this notice in:
THE CHARACTERS HAVE SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES, FOR EXAMPLE, HARRY IS A JERK AND IS BECOMING FAME OBSESSED
Okay, thanks! xx
Ron walked into the great hall with his moody, miserable face on. Glaring at his ex best friend Harry Potter, he sat himself next to Seamus Finnegan and opposite his younger sister Ginny; he had been hanging around with the two, and Dean Thomas, since he and Harry had fallen out. Harry had been chosen as a Twi-wizard Tournament contestant despite him being only fourteen years old. Ron was convinced that Harry put his name into the goblet using a charm which Harry denied and eventually, after so many people talking about Harry as, 'brave', 'charming' and 'amazing', Ron had enough and named him a show off. They hadn't spoken since.
Ron pushed his nearly burnt toast around his plate with his fork once Seamus had served him while still glaring at Harry who was talking to Pansy Parkinson who for some reason had forgotten about hating him and instead was admiring him; Harry wasn't exactly objecting to the glory. Ginny pulled a confused face at the fact her brother wasn't eating, "Ron what's wrong?"
He looked up to his sister and glared, "Why does something have to be wrong?..." He mumbled quietly, Seamus sighed and pushed the plate away from Ron and towards Dean who had just sat down, he tucked into the untouched toast eagerly.
He spoke in his strong Irish accent, "Come on Ron! Whenever do you not eat at breakfast? Is it Harry again? Being a pathetic attention seeking idiot?" Seamus looked around at Potter, trying to work it out. Ginny hit him with her potions book, it was obvious to only a few people that Ginny had a crush on the tri-wizard rebel, those few including Hermione, Dean, Seamus and the Patil twins, Padma and Pavarti.
Ron grumbled, "No. It's not Harry."
A grey, old owl flew above them and dropped a sealed envelope onto Ginny's plate, she didn't make a fuss of it and simply told the boys when they looked at her, "Just from Fred and George, probably just another joke note..." Once the boys had passed off the note, Ginny looked around her table while she read the note, specifically eyeing certain people mentioned in the note actually from her best friend, Hermione. She looked up at her brother, "Ron. Is it Hermione?"
Ron took a large gulp of his pumpkin juice and got up from the table, Seamus quickly and silently, so he didn't raise attention from Professor Dumbledore, cast a spell however, and he was frozen to the spot. Ron sighed, "Can you get this bloody spell off me?! I'll tell you just let me go!" He hissed at them, clearly aggravated. Seamus released his friend and listened to him explain his reason for being in such a miserable mood.
"Basically, last night I left Hermione crying on the stairs-"
"WHAT?" Harry shouted to him across the table, attracting attention from around the hall, including Professor McGonagall who stood up from her seat and peered over the crowd that was forming around Weasley and Potter - he rest of his new posse looking around too. Neville Longbottom, one of Harry's oldest friends, grabbed his arm, trying to calm him down and tempt him back to the table, as Harry marched over to Ron and slumped down next to Ginny, much to her content.
Harry pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose and looked at his messy haired ex friend, he hissed, "I thought you sorted it after you walked back?! She told us to go to bed so we did and then you went back! Are you saying you upset her again?!"Ginny was worried at Harry's concern for Hermione, actually, more jealous than worried. She looked between them both and put her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry I'm sure Ron didn't mean to!" Ginny reassured, although she was slightly confused at the conversation herself. "Look, don't you have to be getting ready for the second task? Cedric told me something about Mermaids! How exciting!"
Harry shrugged her off and ignored her, "So did you upset her?"
"I didn't mean to Harry! She just told me to get lost when I tried to hug her..."
Seamus laughed with Dean, who pushed his now empty plate back in front of Ron "Hug her? Please say you didn't give her a Weasley man-hug!" Seamus looked confused at his friend.
"If he hugged her like he hugs me on my birthday then yes, he did." Seamus and Dean put their hands to their heads and groaned.
"Shut up Seamus." Ginny snarled, slapping her hand across the back of his head, making him cower in response at his friend who was a year younger. She put a reassuring hand on her brother's arm and looked him in the eye, "Hermione will be fine, she's probably just in the library or something, yeah? I'll go and check our dormitory and um... other places..."
Ron nodded, "Thanks Gin." She smiled back and jogged towards the staircases, Seamus shook his head in disbelief. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson then came over to the table and stood behind Ron, watching Harry and making him feel intimidated by them. He looked at them both and as a way to prove himself to them, grabbed a sausage from the centre of the table that was greasy and covered in tomato sauce and threw it at Ron's head, much to his disgust.
He exploded, he had been patient with him "WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU COCKY ARROGANT LITTLE ATTENTION SEEKER?!" He got the sausage from the floor and threw it back at him while Seamus grabbed some paper towels and wiped the grease and ketchup stains from his shoulder; Harry bit his lip nervously as more people had turned round to watch the heated argument. Draco scoffed, he made himself the centre of attention, "Honestly Potter, if you think that is how you win an argument you have a lot more to learn. Have you forgotten you are a wizard?" He laughed with Pansy and they left the great hall, leaving Harry feeling inside his robes for his wand. He tried to make himself look brave, "It was a joke Ronald, calm down!"
Ron slammed his fist on the table, "DONT CALL ME RONALD LIKE YOURE MY FRIEND!"
"I am-"
"-ONLY HERMIONE AND MY FAMILY CALL ME RONALD; NOT YOU!"
Harry pointed his wand and pointed it at Ron, "Calvario" Then left the hall, with only his new group of followers following him while the rest laughed as the spell had not done anything to Ron.
It was then time for their first lesson which was potions with Professor Snape, a lesson Ginny infact had with them despite being a year younger. Ginny was remarkably interested and talented when it came to potions and it seemed to be the only subject she could achieve highly in without really trying. They began to pack up their things and like normal, were nearly the last ones to leave.
Ron muttered, still in a foul mood, "Get Ginny's book will you Dean? Professor Snape'll go mad if she doesn't have it." Dean nodded and picked up the heavy book, stuffed with notes and ingredient lists. As he lifted the book and went to put it in his bag, the letter Ginny had been reading fell on the table.
He showed the received, private, once-hidden letter to Ron; he looked curiously at it, he whispered, "Are we okay to do this?" Seamus laughed in response then froze as Ron's hair was covering his hand. Ron saw it as well and grabbed at his hair nervously but all he could clutch were the clumps that were falling out at a constant rate, "Get me a mirror quickly!" He watched anxiously as Dean spoke, "Accio Mirror!" And was given a mirror that came flying through the great hall doors, most likely from the dormitory because of the Gryffindor logo on the corner. He handed it to Ron and he observed the now bald Ron Weasley crying at the sight of himself. While Dean was trying to encourage Ron that it was okay and he looked fine, Seamus took the neatly folded piece of parchment, from Ron's hand, which Ginny had been reading earlier and read it aloud:
Ginny, its Hermione. Don't worry, I'm safe. If you don't know what I mean by now then Ron either doesn't care about me or he just can't be bothered to explain, ask him, I cannot be bothered to explain in this letter.
Come see me in a while, I'm in the library – restricted section. By the way, I'm in Harry's cloak so don't expect me to be visible.
Love
Hermione xx
"Hermione?" Ginny whispered as she took her first ever step into the restricted section of the library. Truthfully she was scared stiff incase Mr Filch was around the corner of a bookcase but she didn't want to let that show because she was of course, very proud of herself that she had even entered the part of the library that only the rebellious, trouble-seeking students had gone into in order to browse the screaming books, the more detailed books, the books that Professor Dumbledore had been told to destroy but had stored secretly in the shelves of the library sections, only teachers were allowed into. She took a few more steps and felt for the letter in her pocket, just to be sure she'd read it correctly, "Odd..." She said to herself, at no sign of the beautifully handwritten letter – she hoped she hadn't carelessly left it on the table at breakfast for Seamus to find.
She called out again, "Hermione!?" In a louder whisper, as she approached the end of the section, then spun around with her wand outstretched at the sudden smash of a gas lamp being dropped on the cold wooden floor. Ginny observed the brunette hair and worried face looking out of the cloak towards her and smiled as she took a breath of relief. Hermione removed the cloak then and pulled Ginny under it by the hand quickly, just as Filch scurried with his limp leg towards the spot where Hermione had dropped the lamp. Ginny hugged her friend under it after they had relocated to a quiet corner and giggled while she quietly asked, "Why are you in here? I know about last night but-"
"Viktor told you about last night?!"
Ginny stood in silence for a couple of seconds then slowly said, "No... Ron told me... Why? What would've Viktor told me?" She whispered. Her muggle-born, intelligent friend sighed and sat at a reading bench, leaving space for the both of them. Ginny got herself comfortable and pulled her knees up to her chest so her size four feet couldn't be seen in mid air without the aid of the cloak and began to listen attentively to her friend's story.