*Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within this story :)

Hey! I havnt updated or written anything in quite awhile, and apart from the story im currently co-writing with my friend, this is my first attempt at Harry Potter Fanfic. So we'll see how it goes :)

This is a bit of angst from Rons POV, which is inadvertently a romance... he loves Hermione, no one can doubt that. Its set during the fourth book, when Ron is annoyed with Harry for being named a Triwizard champion.

Also, big thanks to my Beta, Blankcanvas23!

So i really hope that you enjoy!

- Joys xxx

Ron's Rage

Chapter One

Ron was walking down the third floor corridor, late as usual, to his morning transfiguration class. He passed the door on his right that used to hide Fluffy, the 3-headed dog he, Harry and Hermione had fought when they were in first year. The thought of his two best friends made his insides burn. Just because Harry was in the Triwizard Tournament, didn't mean that he had to claim even more of Hermione's attention.

He didn't seriously believe that Harry had purposefully put his name into the Goblet of Fire, he wasn't smart enough. The only way that could have worked was through lots of research and planning on Hermione's part, and she sure as hell didn't approve of his participation. He never planned it, never asked for it, even hated it to a certain extent, but none the less, Harry always got all of the attention, and Ron was the red-head kid that followed him around helping The Boy Who (barely) Lived whenever he was needed.

He was particularly annoyed today because upon arriving in the Great Hall for breakfast, and looking for a place to sit, he spotted Harry and Hermione together, surrounded by Ginny and Neville on either side, and Fred and George opposite, all laughing loudly together at what could only be assumed to be another of Fred and George's jokes. Ron had made his way over to sit next to Fred, who promptly turned around to point at him yelling "Awww here he comes now, careful everyone, if there's a spider anywhere to be seen you may be at risk of hearing loss." The table erupted again by the thought of Ron screaming, and he stalked away in anger. He didn't want to eat with people who were laughing at the expense of a rational fear that he had which was very real to him, and if they were proper friends, would understand.

So now, after having to walk all the way back up to the common room to grab a quick breakfast of stale cauldron cakes left over from Christmas, he was making his way to Transfiguration ten minutes after the bell had gone.

Ron arrived at the old wooden door and hesitated a moment before knocking. He slowly opened the door and poked his head into the room before fully walking in, as if this would soften the blow somewhat. Everyone had turned around in their seats and was staring at him, while Professor McGonagall was standing at the front of the room, wand in hand, glaring at him from over the top of her glasses.

"And where have you been Mr Weasley?"

Ron sighed. Ignoring my friends was the first thought that came to mind.

"Sorry Professor, I got caught up in the common room."

"Surely there wasn't anything up there that the house elves couldn't have dealt with? They are used to cleaning up after students after all, however embarrassing the 'problems' may be."

Everyone in the classroom sniggered, including Hermione and Harry who were sitting at the far left of the classroom with Neville. Ron felt his face heat and being to redden, the tell tale sign that he was either angry or embarrassed. In this case he was both.

Ron found a desk at the back, closest to the door, and slamming his books down on the table, took a seat, pulling out his wand and staring straight ahead at McGonagall, refusing to make eye contact with anyone who was still laughing at him.

"Well, after that rather rude interruption, we shall continue the lesson of turning a simple dinner plate into a candlestick" McGonagall said, turning back to the table next to her, which Ron now noticed held a pile of plates.

With a swish of her wand, McGonagall yelled, "Dicandleo!" and the topmost white plate turned into a decorative gold candlestick balanced perfectly on top of the pile.

"Now make sure you are very firm with you incantations, if you don't speak clearly everyone should well know by now that mistakes can happen. Ok Mr Weasley, because you came in so late, you can hand out the plates to everyone… manually."

With a sigh Ron got up from his desk at the back and made his way to the front of the room. There were at least 30 plates piled, one on top of the other. Ron picked them up from the bottom, and, turning around, quickly disrupted their centre of gravity, making the stack teeter dangerously to the side, and fall in a massive pile of broken crockery on the floor with a loud smash.

"Quick, someone call the house elves again, Weasley's had another problem!" someone cried from the back of room. This quickly reignited the laughter that had only just died out.

Hermione quickly jumped up and ran to the front of the room.

"Don't worry about it Ron", she whispered into his ear, "I'll fix it."

She waved her wand, muttering, "Reparo", to which the plates quickly and efficiently reassembled themselves and flew neatly back into a pile on McGonagall's desk.

"It's a good thing you have Granger here Weasley", McGonagall scolded, "She has enough competence to make up for what you're lacking".

The Professor waved her wand, and sent the plates soaring through the air, landing gently in front of every student in the classroom, without even making a slight noise as they hit the table.

"Back to work" she cried, and Ron shuffled back up the aisle to his table at the back of the room, careful to keep his eyes on the ground, especially away from Harry's direction, ears burning and hands shaking with rage. He hated the way he always had to be clumsy when he was angry; it always happened and always made him feel worse.

Much like the time Fred and George had stolen one of his favourite stuffed toys when he was little, and after chasing them around his room for about half an hour, tripping on the corner of his bed, or on another discarded toy laying on the ground, the twins had decided to take the game outside. Thing was, Ron had been so angry with them, that he had forgotten that the stairs were particularly rickety outside his bedroom, and had tripped and fell down two flights of stairs before landing in a heap outside Ginny's room. He had broken his nose during the fall, which was quickly mended with a simple spell by his mother. But this had done nothing for his mood, as he sat in the chair, nose pouring blood, watching his twin brothers rolling on the floor with laughter.

Ron turned around to sit back down at his table, and noticed that Hermione had followed him back up the aisle. She looked so pretty carrying her wand, he always admired the fact that, even though she had grown up amongst the muggle world, the new found power that she possessed never seemed to daunt or scare her. She was in control, and strong… and beautiful…

"Ron?"

Ron shook his head, snapping out of his little daydream. Hermione was looking at him questioningly.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did Ronald" she retorted rather indignantly, "I came over to see if you were ok, McGonagall can be cruel sometimes. And I was going to ask if you wanted to partner up for this lesson, but if you just want to sit there and ignore me and not thanking me for helping then fine!"

Ron watched as Hermione stalked back Harry. They really got it wrong about him sometimes, but, he supposed, it would be better that Hermione thought that he was just being arrogant and ignoring her as opposed to knowing what exactly he was thinking about.

And thats chapter one!

I really hope you liked it, and i would really appreciate any feedback :)