Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter, *sigh*

This is my first fanfic, so don't get your hopes up!

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Could I interest you with a Ron Weasley?

Prologue

I'm not a Harry Potter.

I don't have a wicked scar on my forehead. I'm not brave enough to face He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, heck, I can't even face the spiders in my closet. I wonder how I got into Gryffindor anyway. I'm about as courageous as a pussy cat. Scratch that, Crookshanks could beat me up. Was Godric the dumb one?

I'm not a Fred or George.

I can't crack a joke that will make everyone laugh. 20% of the time, I end up bearing the nasty result of a hex or I get a date with Snape, in detention. Like everything I own, my jokes are hand-me-downs. I couldn't even imagine making a shop that could make fortunes; my brain capacity is mildly over TROLL.

I'm not a Ginny.

I'm obviously not the family favorite; they imagined their 6th kid cute, polite and a girl. Why do you think I'm bunking with the ghoul? I never won the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. The best I've played was when I believed I drank a luck potion.(But in my defense, Harry COULD'VE drugged my pumpkin juice one day, a guy like him..)

Oh, you'll love this last one, Mione:

I'm not a Victor Krum.

I'm not internationally popular. I can't say "Her-mow-ninny" in that accent you love. I'm not that good looking. All I have is freckles, red hair, and a face that turns just as red when I'm embarrassed or angry. Which is always. I look like a tomato. A vegetable. I mentioned it once to her and she snorted, "Ronald. A tomato is a fruit."

Tch. Know-it-all…

And I end up here. Another year at Hogwarts, silently watching her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a stalker. Though Harry tells me this on a regular basis. I don't see how he's to talk, the way he forgets how to digest when Ginny winks at him at lunch. I should know, I'm the one who saves the bloke from choking.

And like everyday, Harry says, "Ron, you're my best mate, but get moving!!! Tell Hermione! And don't say 'I don't like her'! I've seen you dreaming, and I'm pretty sure it's not your pillow you want to snog."

Ha-ha, that's hilarious …git.

Note to self: Get a new best friend.

P.S.-Take idiotic, former best friend's advice.

Prologue's done! Hope you all like it, I hope you'll read the following chapters!!!! Reviews are loved too~

And with that, I shall begin writing Chapter One!! ^_^

Preview: " I don't give rat's fart that you're bloody Harry Potter! Oh, you're the Boy who Lives! News Flash: You only live once.