Ron stomped into the common looking a crazed demon that erupted from Dolores Umbridge's nightmares. He heard that Harry fancied Hermione, and the feeling was mutual! He sat down by the fire and pictured Harry face melting into oblivion. He normally would do that when he was upset with Harry. He heard footsteps coming towards him. He expected to see Harry or Hermione coming to nag at him for putting the doll house jinx on Snape's office. Oddly enough it was Seamus.

"Hey mate." Seamus replied looking cheerful.

"Hey arse-face." Ron replied bitterly. Seamus stopped in his tracks and asked sounding very mediocre to Ron's attitude.

"Is it Harry?" Ron tossed his potions essay into the flames carelessly. Seamus frowned knowing Ron had obviously failed…again.

"It's a wonder how you passed your OWLs!" Seamus commented joining him on the couch.

"I guess, and what does it matter? I'm not joining the Ministry of Magic." Ron snapped frowning at Seamus' idiotic remark.

"I guess so...but what will you become?" Seamus asked with fake curiosity hoping to lighten the Demons' mood a fraction.

"I already got accepted into a college." Ron remarked dryly. Seamus nearly fell off the arm of the couch in shock.

"WHAT! A Muggle college?" Ron rolled his eyes and pulled out a campus brochure with fatigue written all over his face.

"I'm going to go St. Darren's College for Breeding & Raising Dragons." Ron informed him looking much older and more mature than usual.

"I don't believe it. Weasel King is going to raise dragons." Seamus muttered studying the brochure intently.

"Yup, I'm in charge of the Welsh Green and Chinese Firebolt." Ron grinned happily. In shock Seamus dropped the brochure mostly because Ron seemed to understand this stuff.

"Where is the College?" Seamus wondered, imagining Ron becoming muscular like his older brother Charlie. Seamus grew anxious.

"Around Nigeria or Siberia…I reckon." Ron replied knowing that Dragon Raising was a risky gamble but he wanted to finally put his life in danger. A cautious life didn't seem fulfilling.

"Ron, Nigeria is in Africa and Siberia is in the North. That's two different climates and two different languages to learn." Seamus pointed out hoping Ron would see sense and quit this at once.

"I got that covered," He handed Seamus his scores on his entrance exam. "I'm already packed for this, Seamus. This is goodbye." Ron answered seriously. And oddly enough Seamus knew it was true because Ron aced the Entrance Exam to one of the best Dragon Raising Colleges in the Wizarding World. Seamus felt like he would cry.

*The Next Day around Lunch Time*

"RONALD WEASELY!" Hermione screeched running into the Common Room. Ron knew she heard Seamus' gossiping, but it turned out different.

"Why aren't you stuffing your face?" She demanded Ron blinked a couple times to adjust to her question.

"I'm not hungry Hermione." He replied innocently. She gasped and looked horrified as she slammed her palm to his forehead.

"Are you sick? I heard a virus was going around!" She saw books open and paper all over the coffee table and Rosetta Stone for Nigerian installing on Ron's computer.

"This must be serious!" She exclaimed her face turning sheet white. "Ronald, you're studying."

Ron who had been quite comfortable in his little Nigerian world was now annoyed with Hermione. He noticed that Hermione was genuinely worried. Somehow that annoyed him.

"Hermione, go down stairs and eat all you like," Ron paused to control his anger. "I will study to prepare for my future, thank you."

Hermione looked appalled and scampered like a frightened mouse down the corridor. Ron felt bad for yelling at her, but he needed to study. Chinese Fire bolts were nasty little buggers if you didn't handle them correctly…which was often. So Ron began rereading Charlie's notes on them.

"Hey Ron," FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE POTTER!

"Hey Harry, nice day isn't it?" Ron replied in a cheery tone that masked his overwhelming annoyance and anger. Harry grinned obviously oblivious to Ron's powerful desire to murder The Boy Who Lived.

"Great eh, so Hermione and I were wondering… if you would like to go to Honeydukes for some sweets. It's on us." Harry bargained. Ron almost said yes and ran out the door but his Rosetta Stone finished installing with a ding.

"Sorry mate maybe next time. I have to piece together my future." And my body parts…soon enough.

Harry stood there gaping as Ron kicked up his feet onto the coffee table and began learning how to say Hello in Nigerian. He didn't even notice Seamus walk in or Harry walk out. Unlike his visitors in the past five minutes Seamus simply sat on an arm chair and read the Daily Prophet occasionally frowning at certain articles. Ron soon felt as if his poorly developed brain would burst so he felt like some conversation with Seamus. Oddly enough Seamus began talking as soon as Ron looked up to begin speaking.

"Hey, how's Nigerian working out?" Seamus inquired highlighting certain articles with his wand. Ron smiled glad that Seamus didn't blab to the world about St. Darren's.

"Great, I'm pretty good at Egyptian so it's coming along really well." Ron smiled feeling relaxed, and Seamus nodded finally lowering The Daily Prophet.

"So, when do you leave?" Ron felt himself stiffen with a twinge of anxiety. He let out his breath and answered.

"In two weeks." Seamus attempted to smile, but failed knowing he could not compare to Ron's planning.

"Wow, so soon. Harry and Hermione don't even know." Seamus remarked hoping Ron would tell them soon. Before they see Ron eventually vanish and twenty years from then they'll hear:

"Reporting Live from Nigeria: A boy named Ronald Weasley was mauled by a Chinese Fire bolt…"

"What's your plan Seamus?" Ron inquired expecting to hear something like: taking over Borgin and Burke's, or opening a chocolate shop to attract women.

"I'm becoming an Auror." They say I'm going to die? Ron resisted gaping and grinned happy for his friend going after the unachievable just like him.

"Great job mate." Then Harry and Hermione stomped in looking furious. Seamus scampered to the Boy's dormitory.

"Ron what's going on?" Lord, give me strength…and incredible speed and ability to dodge flying spells/objects.

"Well—" Ron began but then Seamus began parading down the stairs shouting PARTY, PARTY! Girls scurried after them including Ginny with her new—protective—boyfriend Jiminy.

"Come on, you twits let's play spin the bottle!" Ron was face to face with Lavender Brown who was going first. He held his breath and the bottle spun.

And spun

And spun

And landed on Dean Thomas

Soon they were watching a make-out session going on over Ron's head. He handed the bottle to Hermione. It landed on Harry and more snogging…soon enough it landed on Ron.

"Sorry mates, Ron's going to snog dragons in Siberia!" Seamus shouted gleefully.

"Nigeria." Ron corrected, Hermione broke apart from Harry and screeched with the power and pitch of a banshee.

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

The chair was on the floor and Ron was nowhere to be seen.