A/N: I am currently putting all my stories on hold in order to write a much needed story for Ronald Bilius(is that spelled right?) Weasley and Seamus Finnegan, or it might be a Ron/Oliver fic, I don't know. Review and tell me which you'd prefer, I'll look at all the votes by Saturday, march 25th 2006! I'm sorry to you fans of Get Stoned but there are so many Harry/Draco stories and it's really unfair to Ron and Seamus or Ron and Oliver who are made for each other(yes I think both pairs are extremely compatible)! See, I even interviewed them…
Ron, weeping: It's just- I can't- Waaaahhhhhh It's so unfair!
Ron: Hey That's so faked! You just-
A/N: On with the story!
Ron: Oh no you don't woman! Don't ignore me like that or I'll avada kedavra your sorry little ass all the way into the depths of-
Ron laid down across the fence, allowing the rain to drip onto his face. That's what he loved about Ireland, the rain. Ron always loved rain. The sound it made, the feel of it on your skin, the way it fell from the Heavens like tears falling from ones cheeks.
Of course, Ron didn't just like Ireland for the rain, but the farms, open space, and animals as well. That's why Ron had chosen to move to Ireland. That's also why he chose his house.
The house Ron had bought after freed from his mothers over-protective clutches was in the middle of a massive stretch of land. Rolling hills surrounded his house making the fence around it curve up and down; the previous owner obviously thought it was too much work to finish the whole thing for it only curved a quarter ways around the property, stopping a little ways before the down slope of a hill.
The house itself was something like the burrow except more equally proportioned and only two stories high, looking something like an old inn or pub. Of course the inside was more homely, decorated with overstuffed cushions, a fireplace, a nice kitchen, and a very good collection of books, something Ron knew Hermione would die of shock from seeing Ron own.
Ron sighed as the slow drizzle turned into buckets of water and got up, heading into the house.
Ron opened the door and went into the kitchen. He made a cup of steaming tea and when into the living room, grabbing a book and settling down to read. He was about halfway down the page when a knock from the door echoed throughout the house.
Ron got up from his chair, walked up the 2 stairs to the kitchen, passed that and to the entrance hall. He opened the door and was surprised to see Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny standing outside of the door.
"Hey guys, come in, come in." Ron said and led them into the house. They looked around the kitchen then the living room which dipped down, and last the study which dipped up again.
"Well this is very cozy." Ginny commented when they entered the Study, which was more like a library, except for the fireplace and armchairs.
Hermione let out a squeal when she saw his towering shelves full of books and started browsing.
"So what caused you to stop by all the sudden?" Ron asked.
"What we're not allowed to stop by and visit our best friend, or in Ginny's case brother?" Harry asked.
"Yeah whatever." Ron said. "Still, any specific reason?"
"No not really, we just hadn't seen you in a while." Neville said.
"Oh alright then." Ron said.
They spent the evening talking and playing games, mainly truth or dare, which had turned out pretty interesting, they'd played wizard game with the special wizards cards that kept changing the dares and questions and an enchanted frog that would leap at someone within the circle once you tapped it with your wand.
"Truth or dare?" Hermione asked after Ron had tapped the frog.
"Dare." Ron said.
"Do a strip tease and stay in whatever garment you have left for the rest of the game to the song Do, a deer." Hermione said, lips twitching.
"What!" Ron spluttered out. "But that's a muggle song."
"That's what the card says."
"Fine." Ron grumbled.
He tapped the frog again and the song Do, a deer came on. Ron got up and began to pull his clothes off, feeling utterly ridiculous as he moved along with the music. When the song finally ended and Ron was left only in his boxers he turned to see the others with tears of mirth in their eyes, crumpled up on the floor laughing hysterically.
"Oh shut up. Hermione it's your turn."
Later that night when they'd finally bothered to look at the clock they saw that it was 2:00 in the morning.
"Why don't you guys spend the weekend, it's only Friday, well Saturday now." Ron said. He had plenty of spare rooms, 3 to be exact, and was enjoying their company.
They willingly agreed and Ron conjured up spare mattresses, blankets, pillows, and whatever else they needed.
Ginny and Neville shared a room since they were dating and Harry and Hermione each got there own.
Ron got up early the next day and went down to the kitchen, waiting for everybody to get up.
He'd just started reading his book when he heard a tapping on his window. He looked up to see a handsome eagle owl tapping at the window impatiently. He opened the window and pulled the letter of the bird, which hooted impatiently and flew out the window again.
Dear Ron,
It's been a while since I last saw or contacted you. You may be a bit surprised but I felt like a talk with someone from school and you were the first to pop into my mind.
Sincerely,
A/N: I know the suspense must be killing you. You're the ones to decide who signs the letter though. REMEMBER VOTE, EITHER RON AND SEAMUS OR RON AND OLIVER. I'll do a fic with which ever pairing doesn't get into here though. Once the pairing is decided this will be longer and better, I promise, just thought you'd might like to pick the pairing.