Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the talented J.K. Rowling. Not me.
Herbimagus
"Well, I've done it." Ron stood in front of his friends with a smug smile plastered on his face.
"What, exactly, have you done?" Hermione replied warily.
"I've become the world's first herbimagus!"
Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know, but he took the bait anyways. "What's an herbimagus?"
It's a person who can turn into a plant at will."
"Let's see then." The bossy command she'd made the first time they'd met earned her a playful glare.
It took an intense look of concentration, but he did transform. She supposed the thing at her feet was a fern of some kind. It had big leaves. Kinda. The Ron-plant looked absurd in the middle of the common room, though it did match the décor, being Weasley-hair red.
Harry's control snapped, and he rolled of his chair and onto the floor, shaking with mirth. This caused Ron to regain human form, ears flushing red with anger. "Just you wait! I'm going to be the famous creator of herbimagi, and I'm going to tell everyone that the Chosen-Boy-Who-Lived hadn't been able to recognize my genius! I'm going to find someone who will appreciate my achievements. Oh, Lavender…"
-*plants*-
A couple of weeks later, Ron and Lavender revealed their plant-like abilities to the student population in the Great Hall. The red fern sat just out of leaves reach of some purple flowers.
The students said nothing in response.
Every cricket in the school chirped softly.
A tumbleweed rolled past. Possibly another unsuspecting student. Neville perhaps. He was always rather taken with herbology.
Somehow, it came as quite a shock to a certain red-head when the new fad never caught on.
A/N: Kinda short (okay, really short), but I found it rather funny. I love you Ron. In a friend kind of way. I'm in love with Tom. Sorry.