A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, I am but a humble fan. : )

This is part of the Bored in Class challenge by yamiyugi23.

Enjoy : )

"I'm getting really sick of this stupid class," Ron muttered to Harry as the two boys and Hermione slid into their usual seats in the back of Professor Binns' classroom.

"Me too. I hate History of Magic." Harry said, taking out his textbook, quill and ink as their teacher floated through the chalkboard and resumed his post in the front of the class.

"In 1692, the trolls nestled deep in the mountains of..." Professor Binns droned on, picking up exactly where he left off at the end of the previous class. Hermione was earnestly taking notes, and Harry's chin was now resting in his hand, his eyes drooping and close to the nap that he usually took in this class.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Ron's head. Should he? No, that was the stuff Fred and George always pulled. But then, if they did it, why shouldn't he?

Ron punched himself in the face. Not as hard as Malfoy would've, but still, his head was echoing slightly.

"Ronald! What are you doing?" Hermione whispered angrily, while Harry slowly looked up and smiled.

"Ron?" Harry asked.

Ron's face split into a wide grin and he punched himself again, connecting with his jaw the next time. "Ow!" He cried out. Most of the students turned around to see what was going on, but Professor Binns just kept talking about some war or another.

With a burst of energy, Ron stood up and grabbed the neck of his shirt. "What are you playing at?" He yelled at no one but himself. "You think you can just get away with trying to beat up Ron Weasley?" He pulled his hair, wincing. "Well, maybe if you weren't such a prat! Shut up!"

Hermione looked half as crazy as Ron did, her mouth gaping open as she watched him beating himself up. "RON!" By that point, the entire class was cracking up, and a few of the Hufflepuffs were clapping. Ron slapped himself a few times, and then made himself stumble into one of the tables, knocking Seamus's books to the floor as he laughed.

"Young man!" Professor Binns' croaky old voice rang out and Ron slowly let himself go. His lip was bleeding and his eye was slowly swelling; his white shirt was ripped and his hair was standing on end. He looked, frankly, like he'd just been in a horrible fight, and he essentially had. He'd been fighting himself, though. "Are you quite finished?"

"I think so, yeah." Ron said, straightening his tie.

"Do you enjoy this sort of attention?"

"I dunno," Ron said.

"Well, regardless of whether or not you enjoy it, you've disrupted the whole class and will be receiving a week's detention. Now kindly go and see Madam Pomfrey and get yourself cleaned up." Professor Binns said before beginning his lecture again.

"I do not believe you!" Hermione hissed at him, while Harry was bent over in silent laughter.

"It was worth it." Ron said with a grin, touching his split lip and making his way out of the classroom.