Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or A Midsummer Night's Dream. And I believe I also can't take credit for the movie Get Over It (starring Kirsten Dunst and Ben Foster), but this story is mainly my idea... so I guess I can take credit for that.

A/N: I guess I'm back, sorry for the long delay guys, but I promise I've come back. I'll be spending the next few days trying to fix some of my stories and maybe add a little more. I've had so many thoughts and ideas for some Twilight stories to add and I think I might try writing some smut so I can beta for a few people. I hope no one hate me, I HAVE been gone for a WHILE... but trust me, I'm back and I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You'll like my new writing style, it's not as robotic as before. I guess after going on hiatus for about 6 years I've read enough books and fan fiction to really loosen up and find my style. Anyway, I'll stop blathering and let you guys read the re written version to both my favorite classic play by Shakespeare and include my favorite Harry Potter pairing, Ron and Hermione... so go read!

BTW: This is an AU, just kinda pretend that they don't have Voldemort looming over them and that they're in high school.... so sorry, no magic! It's hard to write when the books are done.... :/


Ron's POV

I awoke earlier than I planned. I guess cause today was the first day of school?

A senior at Motley High, the big dog. Quarterback of the football team, the Mighty Mules.... okay so that was terrible mascot; having a guy running around acting like an ass- dressed as an ass.... but being the five time state champions does make that small detail not worth the stress. Another add to my perfect life, I had the most beautiful girlfriend, Lavender Brown. She was captain of the cheerleading squad, blonde, tan, and popular. I was also best friends with Harry Potter, the captain of our team, and the coolest guy you'd ever meet. We were the most popular guys at Motley, but unfortunately popularity doesn't run in our genes.

Hermione Granger, ok so she wasn't technically Harry's sister, her family adopted him. But he found it quite difficult to go by Harry Granger, so he stuck with Potter. She was a year younger than us, but still somehow she managed to skip ahead. Damn bookworm.

Then my little sister Ginny. She was as much a geek as Hermione, but she didn't skip grades. She was too satisfied with staying in band that she'd be happy to stay another year. Yeah, my little sister was a band geek.

I remember when she first started band in sixth grade (I was in seventh), many of those nights I would go to bed with my hearing damaged as she continued to unceremoniously squeak on her Clarinet. But finally she grew some talent, must've pulled it outta her ass or something? Whatever, I guess I'm glad she's happy. But it still doesn't help that she and Hermione constantly annoy Harry and me... well Hermione just kinda stands there as Ginny chastises me for something or another.

I stopped my internal monologue and decided to pry myself out of my extremely comfortable, warm bed. I better hurry before Ginny hogs the bathroom again!

I quickly snuck in with my change of clothes, sighing that no one was up at this hour, so I'd get a little extra time before the morning bustle of Ginny and I trying to get ready for school, mom organizing our breakfasts, and dad running off to work. Dad worked for the government, in the department of immigration. Kinda boring if you asked me.

I turned the knob slightly to the side labeled "Hot" and pulled out, the shower head started spraying warm water, steam rising up making the window and mirror start to fog. I jumped in, eager to feel the water loosening up my muscles. I was really tense today, I guess it might be because of the recent fight I had with Lavender. The girl can be really dramatic, but I loved her. I was completely obsessed with her and that was what our argument was about.

"Ron, why do you gotta do this?" Lavender said looking sad with a hint of anger flashing in her green eyes. I didn't know what she was referring to, I was just trying to spend more time together before we had to go back to school. Coach was going to double up our practices in a last attempt to get us ready for nationals which was going to be hosted at our school. We'd never been able to go because we didn't have enough money in the school funds, but now the district was giving us the chance to host it, so we were going to be working harder. Lavender coughed to bring me back.

"I'm sorry Lav, you know I'm gonna be busy when we get back to school. I just wanna spend as much time with you as possible." I pleaded. 'How pathetic, Ron! Act like a man, she should be trying to spend time with you, not the other way around.' I need to grow a pair, seriously.

"Yeah, I know, but do you know how clingy you've become. You accompanied me to get a mani-pedi! I'm more concerned that your gonna start rooting for the other team, if you know what I mean." I was a little shocked and offended when she implied I might be gay. I loved women; boobs and ass type of guy. Lavender and I usually played a round of "Doctor" now and then... haha, good times. "Just give me a little space, ok? I need to think things through..." she trailed, I felt my stomach drop and almost cried, 'God I'm such a pussy!'

I was brought back when Ginny started pounding on the door.

"Hey peabrain, some of us need to get ready too you know?" She shouted through the thin wall. I smirked as I turned off the shower water. I angered the she-devil.

Don't get me wrong, I love my little sister. If anyone ever hurt her, I'd beat their effing brains out. But she was a pain in the ass!

I quickly put on my jeans, sprayed some Axe under my arms, then put on my t-shirt. It fit pretty well, just a black, slim fitting Doors t-shirt that showed off my muscular, footballer body. I brushed my teeth and hair, bangs to the side- so skater boy, but it worked for me. I exited the bathroom to see Ginny leaning on the wall huffing. I smirked at her and she shot me a deathly glare.

"Gosh, you take longer than a girl. I'm gonna start calling you Barbara if you keep it up." She quickly slipped in and shut and lock the door before I could retort and I didn't feel like talking to a door so I just went into my room and packed up my stuff.

About ten minutes later Ginny emerged. She would be better looking if she'd wear form fitting clothes and her hair down... but no she insisted on the baggy jeans; tattered at the heels, humongous jacket, her hair up in a pony tail, and her orange freckles running across her nose. Luckily she lost the braces or she'd look more like a nerd. I guess I was also glad that she didn't wear glasses- not that they were bad, my best pal Harry had to wear glasses- they were much easier than contacts for him... yeah he tried contacts and his eyes didn't adjust well to them, plus glasses just looked better on him.

Ginny and Hermione wore the same types of outfits, baggy, except Hermione dressed more like a school girl, wearing vests and sweaters, and she wore glasses as well, except they DID make her look like a geek. Her hair also looked like a rat tried to nest in it. I bet with a good makeover she'd look like one of Lavender's friends. Maybe I should try to convince Lavender to give the girls a hand, but I doubt she would do it, and it wasn't because of their looks, mainly their personalities. Oh well, maybe they'll be blessed with a fairy god mother like in Cinderella- ugh I think I am becoming a woman! If I grow tits and start bleeding I'm gonna freak!

"Hey Gin, come on! We're gonna be late!" I called, she trotted down the steps daintily which was hard for me to understand with her carrying the weight of those clothes, her back pack, and her clarinet bag- it shouldn't have allowed her to be so graceful. She grabbed a piece of toast and started applying butter and jam.

"So you just can't wait to see Lav-Lav?" Ginny smirked at me. Of course she was right, but I couldn't let her see that so I just scowled at her.

I walked out the door and opened the door to my 1971 Dodge Polera. My baby, I spent 3 summers fixing this car up and JUST gave it the dark blue paint job last summer when I completed it. Ginny slumped out, a change from her earlier mood. I'm guessing the weight was starting to get to her as she proceeded to rub her shoulders and arms after unloading her items into the trunk. Our first stop was to go pick up Harry and Hermione.

Collins St. came into view, I turned onto it and drove the length to the last house on the row, there waiting on the corner were Harry and Hermione. Harry was dressed in dark jeans, sneakers, and a polo that made his muscles almost look bigger than mine, but luckily we sized each other and found that I was the biggest. The only reason he was captain was because 1) he's been on the team since freshman year, best running back in the state! And 2) he was, of course, had the best strategies of the both of us.

Hermione was wearing her hair down, looking like a curly mess, but it didn't look like she minded. She had on a pink sweater vest with a white button-up shirt under, light blue jeans and some black penny loafers... not what I'd wear with blue jeans, but whatever. Her horn-rimmed glasses, similar to Harry's, made her eyes look huge and her face look oddly disoriented.... but at least her eyes weren't ugly, in fact they were mesmerizing. Confident, yet with a hint of sadness and stress. They were almost more appealing than Lavender's, but hers were a bright green whereas Hermione's were a warm dark brown. Making me crave chocolate!

She crawled in to the back of the two door car with Ginny, Harry took Ginny's previous seat as shot gun. I could see how my little sister stared at Harry in the rearview mirror, she was obsessed with my messy haired best friend. Not that it wasn't obvious to the rest of the student body, in fact she got constantly teased for even thinking he would see her as more than a shy, little band geek. As more than a sister. I almost felt bad, but there wasn't much I could do... it was most likely true since Harry had never even showed an interest in her, but the boy was soo busy with the team, scholarships, schoolwork, and helping his dad as a dental assistant in the Grangers office.

We rode to school mostly in silence, except for the radio playing a song softly in the background. I didn't really listen to the lyrics so much, but something in my stomach pulled at me to do just that. The only lyrics I picked out were "Get over it" sung over and over, I turned it up as they started getting softer, almost like some sort of ironic revelation in the song.

Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife.

For some reason a picture of Lavender came into my head. I mean someone like Lavender was bound to get a lot of offers from many hot guys. In fact I wondered what she ever saw in me. But she'd never be faithless, would she? Also the thought of marriage popped into my head, but I quickly shoved it aside. Why the hell would I be thinking about marriage for christ sakes?! I'm only 17. Maybe I should switch channels.

Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me

Dontcha wish your girlfriend was a frea-

I pushed the power button and just continued to drive stiffly to school. I heard faint giggling in the back seat and heard Harry try to pass off his laughter as a cough while covering his obvious smile. I looked into the rearview mirror and met Hermione's brown eyes, like she'd been staring at me. I saw a faint twinkle of happiness in her eyes before she diverted her gaze to the floor and blushed a beautiful rose color. She rarely ever looked happy, always determined and sorta sad....

Wait, beautiful?


A/N: Okay there you go, I almost didn't finish the chapter... it felt like it wouldn't end at the right point! I'm soo filled with ideas, but I need to put them on hold a little while longer. I think I might just go with Ron's POV for a while, it's really fun cause he's really laid back and kinda goofy! I promise I'll TRY to update soon, but it'll be easier if I get reviews! So please review this and give me some feedback! Thanks for hanging in with me guys!

BTW: The songs were "Get Ove It" by Ok Go and of course "Dontcha" by The Pussycat Dolls.