Title: Black Widow
Rating: K for now, should stay that way too.
Disclaimer: I'm not JK. Good enough?
Notes: Hah ha! I told you all I would revamp this story, and I am! Slowly, surely, I am retouching it, adding to it, changing some stuff around… it's still not perfect, but its better. On to chapter one.
It was September the first. It had been a lonely summer for one Ronald Weasley. Harry was forced to stay with the Muggles, per orders of Dumbledore, and Hermione had gone on holiday with her parents. That left Ron stuck at home with his brothers, sister, and parents, de-gnoming the garden and begging his brothers to help him practice Quidditch. He couldn't have been more thankful when it was finally time to catch the Hogwarts Express.
Ron walked around the train station, trying to find her. He couldn't believe they had gotten separated. He had seen her, not two feet away from him, and then they were divided by the crowd of people coming through the barrier. He looked around again. "Hermione!" he called. He thought he saw someone with brown, bushy hair, and started to follow her. "Hermione!" he called again, but the girl didn't turn around. Maybe it isn't her, he thought, but he shook his head. It had to be her. Who else had hair like that?
He finally caught up to her, and grabbed her shoulder. The girl whirled around - but it wasn't Hermione! "Yes?" she asked. Ron noticed she had an accent. He stammered, just staring at her. She was no Hermione, sure, but she was attractive in her own way. Her deep, blue eyes accentuated her auburn hair. She was almost as tall as he was, a miracle in itself. Hermione was two heads shorter than he, and that made it hard for some things. Moreover, there was something else… it wasn't her look, but it was. She had so much confidence! Hermione was always hunched over a bit, her nose always in a book, not having real confidence in herself. This girl stood tall and proud, if a little uncertain.
"Uh, can I help you?" the girl asked again. I must say something, he thought. She was like a goddess, and he must pay his tribute.
"T... tr… train!" he blurted out. She looked at him curiously.
"Excuse me?" she asked, amused. Ron was sure his face was turning redder than his hair.
"Are you getting on the train?"
"Well, yes, I suppose," she replied, and smiled. "I'm not quite sure where to sit, though, since I just transferred to Hogwarts from America." She looked down at her feet as she spoke, and then lifted her head hopefully at Ron. Her innocent smile took his breath away.
"Well, you could sit with me if you like, unless you would rather sit with your friends," he offered. The girl smiled even wider. "When I said I just transferred here, I meant I just transferred here - as in we arrived three days ago. I don't know a soul, except you." He smiled, too. "Well then, I insist on escorting you." He bowed low, and almost fell getting up. The girl giggled softly. "My name is Ron Weasley, and I will be your guide to Hogwarts and all its splendor." He held out his hand.
"Very nice to meet you, Ron Weasley," the girl replied, shaking his proffered hand. "My name is Jacklyn."
"Well Jacklyn, shall we?" Ron held out his arm, and Jacklyn took it. All thoughts of his friends were pushed to the back of his mind. "Your crimson chariot awaits, m'lady!"