You can't find true love at age 11, can you?
Chapter 1
The sun crept through a small window covering the face of the young freckly boy who was desperately trying to maintain his grasp on sleep. As the bright light illuminated his face he crinkled his face into a most disgruntled look and quickly hid his head under the pillow. All he wanted was a few more minutes of peace before he had to face the day. Yet his peace was about to be disturbed as his mother decided it really was time that he got up.
"RONALD WEASLEY, YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT," Mrs. Weasley bellowed up stairs startling the boy who immediately sat up, rubbing his eyes wearingly. He looked down at his watch and, upon seeing that he really had slept in, jumped up and threw on the nearest clothes he could find, pausing to flatten his hair in the mirror and examine himself. His sparkling blue eyes were half closed as he fought with them to keep them open, his bright red mop of hair was sticking out in all directions, the nose in the middle of his face looked oddly out of place as it seemed almost too big to fir, he had freckles covering every inch of his slightly podgy face and he couldn't have been more then five foot. In short he looked like Weasley. Not really caring about his appearance he grabbed the brush, making a final attempt to tame his hair, and walked down stairs to breakfast.
"There you are Ron, we all thought you were going to sleep through and miss the train," Mrs. Weasley said as she saw her son making his way down the last few stairs. Though she had a tendency to lose her temper a lot, she really was a very loving and caring woman and was always looking out for her kids. "Yeah little Ronnekins we would hate you to miss your first day at Hogwarts, wouldn't we George" said Ron's brother Fred, giving Ron a mischievous smile as he grabbed himself some more breakfast
"Yes Fred's right, you'd hate to miss the sorting. Though just watch your bum during that, mine's never really been the same since," added George, Fred's equally mischievous twin, as he sat next to his brother and ruffled the hair he'd only just managed to flatten minutes ago. "Oh hush boys, Ron don't listen to your brothers you'll have a marvellous time at Hogwarts. I know I did, best time of my life. They even have a subject dedicated to learning all about Muggles" said Mr. Weasley, a gleam in his eye, as he tried to sooth Ron's apparent nerves. Feeling slightly better, and noticing the abundant amount of sausages on the table, Ron sat down and began to eat his breakfast. He was terrified about going to Hogwarts and living away from home for such a long period of time. I mean sure he was excited about learning magic but what if he was sorted into a bad house or he failed every class or nobody liked him. Just thinking about all this made him feel slightly sick and he decided he was no longer hungry. For the rest of the meal he merely sat at the table and watched as everyone else enjoyed themselves and discussed how great it was to be going back to school.
A while later, having endured Mrs. Weasley yelling at everybody for not being ready and having Mr. Weasley finally get everyone and everything to King Cross Station, Ron was standing outside Platform 9 and 10 waiting to be told how to get to the Hogwarts Express. While his mum was desperately trying to organise everyone he saw a thin boy with out of control black hair and broken glasses of about his age start to advance towards them. "Excuse me, would you be able to tell me how to get to Platform 9 ¾?" the boy asked his mum with a look of extreme embarrassment planted on his face.
"Of course dear," Mrs Weasley answered beaming at the boy, "Its Ron's first time too. I'll just let the older boys go through first and then you can see what you have to do. It's simple once you see how it's done. Percy, ready to go?" she asked, referring to Ron's oldest brother still at Hogwarts. Percy nodded and with a look of extreme professionalism strutted through the barrier between Platform 9 and 10. After this Fred and George went through, though looking a lot less dignified yet still managing to do it with ease. Ron then said a final goodbye to his mum, who was now on the verge of tears, and his little sister Ginny, the only girl in the family and the only one still not at Hogwarts, and began to head towards the barrier himself. As he ran towards the barrier a thousand thoughts were cursing through his mind, most involving him not being able to get through and hurting himself as he hit the wall. Yet nothing happened and as soon as he touched the barrier he was through to the other side. After getting over the shock he looked up and was greeted by the sight of hundreds of happily chatting people, students and their parents, and a huge deep red train that was, obviously, the Hogwarts Express.
After finding his way through the crowd Ron stepped on to the train and began searching through the compartments for somewhere to sit. By the time he reached the end of the train he was starting to lose hope of finding somewhere and had a sudden urge to cry, an emotion entirely inappropriate for a boy. Yet then he saw the boy that had asked his mum for help and realised that he was in a compartment by himself so he decided that he would ask if he could sit with him. "Um everywhere else is full, do you mind if I sit here?" he asked as he opened the door to the compartment. The boy smiled and nodded his head so Ron sat down opposite him. "I'm Ron Weasley by the way," he said feeling embarrassed he hadn't introduced himself earlier
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," the boy replied with a smile. Ron's eyes grew wide upon hearing this. The Harry Potter was sitting with him. The boy that defeated You Know Who as a child was sitting opposite Ron Weasley. He couldn't believe that the boy who was his idol as a child was right there and was even talking to him. "Really?" he asked excitedly, "do you have the scar?" he finished, gesturing wildly to the other boys forehead, feeling like an idiot as he did so. Harry simply smiled and pushed his fringe up, revealing the lightning bolt scar that was idealised by thousands. After realising that he was staring Ron decided to ask Harry if he was excited about Hogwarts and after that the two boys became engrossed in conversation as Ron, feeling extremely proud that he knew something the Boy Who Lived didn't, told Harry all about the magical world that Harry was so foreign to.
Harry seemed equally excited about talking to Ron as Ron was about talking to Harry and even brought Ron and himself more food then they both could eat with the exuberant amount of money that he had. Ron's own family was rather poor, something he was very touchy about, so he was fairly embarrassed when Harry did this yet pleased at the same time, he hadn't really eaten as much breakfast as he would have usually enjoyed. Ron had just begun to enthusiastically explain the finer points of Quidditch, his favourite sport, to Harry when they heard a knock at their compartment door. He turned around to see who it was and was surprised to see a bushy haired, almost formidable looking girl dressed in full Hogwarts uniform standing at the door. For some reason Ron couldn't help staring at her and felt an unfamiliar squirming sensation in the pit of his stomach. She was completely enchanting; Ron thought to himself; she's absolutely beautiful. Upon this last thought though, Ron shook his head and tried to pay attention to what she was saying and learnt that her name was Hermione Granger. "And you are?" she asked looking directly towards Ron. Completely startled that she was talking to him and still chewing on a Chocolate Frog he found it difficult to speak yet "I'm Ron Weasley," somehow managed to come stuttering out of his mouth.
"Charmed" she replied, looking anything but, and started to walk towards the compartment door, "you have dirt on your nose, right there?" she finished and gestured to Ron as she rubbed her own nose and stalked out the door. For some reason Ron felt himself blush and immediately rubbed his nose feeling somewhat appalled that she had seen him looking so untidy. He didn't understand why he would care, he never had before, and then it struck him. Could he fancy her? But then he justified that he couldn't as she wasn't that pretty, she was a know-it-all and she was annoying. Then why did he feel so funny? He shrugged it of and did the only thing a young boy could do when they liked a girl, he said a nasty comment about her to Harry and decided he'd ignore her from now on. Ronald Weasley did not fancy a girl, particularly one like Hermione Granger.