!!! As anyone can tell, I do not claim any of the characters I write about. I am not J. K. Rowling therefore, the credit for the entire cast and settings belong to her. I simply have a visual in my head inspired by her visuals. Please do not sue me. I assure you I will respectively take care of her characters and not corrupt them to my whims …. too much !!!

Title: 11 Things I Hate About You (This title was inspired by the movie 10 Things I Hate About You)

Genre: Romance

Match-Ups: Ron/Hermione/Harry

I worked very hard on this story. I listened to lots of music and read tons of other people's fanfictions to spark ideas. This is what turned out. All the chapters. PLEASE take some time from your reading and comment or critique. I would deeply, deeply appreciate it.

Chapter 1

"Seriously, Ron, you are impossible," Ginny Weasley replied while eating her pancakes across the table from Ronald Weasley, her brother. "We're never going to be able to get there in time if you don't wake up and eat!" Ron was sitting in the chair, his spoon mid-way to his mouth, mouth open, droning off into the space in front of him. "Ron!" Ginny slammed her hand on the table. Ron blinked, shocked at the sudden burst of sound, and mumbled while looking at Ginny, "Mm, what?"

Ron had been acting strangely lately. This summer had been dull. Here was a 17-year-old boy with plenty to do, didn't do hardly any thing. George and Fred were gone, escapading their wildest dreams, Percy had disappeared from Weasley radar, and so that left only Ron and Ginny. Molly was quite distressed over the whole thing. She desperately grasped onto her remaining children. Ron was already driving and he was teaching Ginny. That was upsetting her even more.

Though, these things didn't describe the whole reason Ron was acting so oddly. A great portion was because he was having the most uncomfortable dreams for the past month. What was worse, they were about Hermione… and Harry. They were dying and Ron couldn't save them. Every time he woke up, he would have a bloody nose and be covered in cold sweat.

Molly walked into the kitchen and rubbed Ron's already messy nest of hair. "Mum," he moaned, throwing her hand off. "Oh, Ron," she objected. She went to the sink to put away some dishes. "So," she began, taking Ginny's plate, "we're going to Diagon Ally today. After you're done eating, you need to take a shower, get dressed, and—Ron?" Ginny nudged her to look at Ron with his face in his oatmeal. "Ron!"

Ron was standing in the steaming hot shower, soaking in as much heat as he possibly could. The memories of Hermione in his dreams still replayed in his mind. He had never thought of Hermione in such ways. There were certain moments when she turned him on, but when doesn't any kind of a girl turn him on at some time. Nonetheless, he was baffled. Every one knew how much Ron thought Hermione was an annoying, know-it-all, strait A, brat. So, why these sudden dreams? These wrenchingly disgusting thoughts?

He turned the water off and threw the shower curtain open to Molly standing in the bathroom, cleaning the floor. He quickly grabbed the curtain and covered himself. "MUM! Bloody hell, woman!"

"Oh, Ron," Molly scoffed, "What are you so worried about? By the way, Ronnie, have you been working out?" All right, Molly didn't say that, but Ron had the funny feeling go through his gut that gave him an idea of the weirdest thing she could have said. "Can you leave please?" Ron squeaked at her. She twisted her lips, "Just be careful," she spit out. "The floor is slippery. And I didn't know you mumbled in the shower, Ronniekins." Ron's mouth curled into an angry scowl as his mother left the bathroom.

Ron was also different, physically. Figuring that the reason no girls were really interested in him, he tried to give himself a "man-makeover". Consequently, his mother told him he had to cut his hair or she wouldn't buy him any new clothes. She had more money now that she didn't have so many kids to take care of. His hair was so long, he put it back in a ponytail. He loved his hair very much, but now it was barley to the middle of his ears. He was thinner now. He was proud of how hard he worked on his body. He was so proud, he would walk around outside shirtless, but there were only old men and little boys wandering around their neighborhood. His cheeks were losing the baby face quality; his jaw line was becoming stronger. He even had been practicing for Quiddich try-outs very hard this year, trying to get best Keeper spot he could. Also, Ron became interested in music, which was strange for him.

The alarm clock next to Ron's bed glowed, saying it was 5:30 in the morning. Ron put on a black sweater, his favorite jeans (with holes in the knees which made Molly extremely upset), and a beanie Ginny had knitted him. She had also made him a hacky sack. He slipped on some boots that were laying around and jogged downstairs. "Guess what?" Ginny greeted as he came down the stairs to help Molly with the trunks. "What?" he replied with a yawn. "Mum's letting me drive!" Ron's eyes widened. "Great," he said sarcastically, "I can't wait to die."

"Ron, you hush," Molly interrupted almost breathless. "Hurry, Ginny darling, and warm the car up." Ginny let go of the side of Ron's trunk she was helping him with and ran outside. Ron let out a gasp as the trunk became 50 times heavier and fell hard to the wooden floor. "Ginny, you little—!" Molly spun around, "Ronald Weasley!" He looked at her wearily and rolled his eyes. "Sorry, mum." Molly, with a flick of her wand, commanded the trunk to rise up and into the trunk of the car.

"Mum," Ron asked sweetly, "do you think I could take the Floo Powder instead?" Molly gave him a sad glance. She could see the desperateness in his eyes. "I suppose you're old enough to go alone, but if you need anything or if you get lost, find the nearest store and stay there. I'll try and find you." Ron was already at the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder. "Ron!" Molly objected, but it was too late for Ron had already shouted, "Diagon Ally!"

Ron arrived right outside the wall that was the entrance from The Leaky Cauldron. Tons of his fellow Hogwarts students were swarming through the roads and paths. Ron pushed through the crowds to the Quiddich store to take a look at the newest broom. It was pretty, but Ron wasn't really interested. The little 1st years had their cheeks and noses pinned against the glass, drooling. He remembered those days, when he didn't know that little snot Hermione. Then, something caught his eye in the glass. "Speak of the devil," he mumbled and turned around. Hermione was standing with Harry, waiting for Ron to realize that they were waiting for him.

"It's good to see you Ron," Harry Potter said with a deep, mature tone and shook his hand. Hermione hugged his waist, as she did to Harry as well, but Ron didn't care. "Oh Ron, we missed you!" Ron cleared his throat, "I missed you guys too." Ron was tall now. He towered over Hermione and was taller than Harry just about an inch. "Did you loose weight?" Hermione asked, looking at his stomach. The memory of Molly being in the bathroom came back to his mind. "Yeah, a bit I guess," he admitted. Harry punched him playfully in the shoulder. "And you cut your hair, huh?" Ron nodded sadly. "Sorry, mate," Harry patted his arm sympathetically. Ron caught eyes with Hermione and quickly looked away. "There's Ginny," Ron motioned to the sky as a replica of the car he and Harry had demolished 5 years ago. The car floated down from the sky out of their line of sight. "Well, I guess Ginny's not as bad as I thought." They began to walk away until there was a huge crunching sound. Ron spun around and began running to the wall.

Before he got there it began to open, block by block. Molly was standing there with Ginny at her side. They were both blackened with smoke. "What the bloody hell?" Ron shouted at them. He grabbed Ginny by the shoulders, "Are you all right?" He sounded a bit angry, but he was just scared. Ginny made nothing of it and quickly began brushing herself off as Harry and Hermione began approaching, running as well. Molly too was trying to improve the situation. "I'm fine, Ron, don't worry," Ginny said maturely. Ron was surprised so much, he let her go. He went to Molly, "What happened, mum?" Molly smiled a nervous smile. "Well, she was doing just fine, and then we saw a Muggle right before we landed and she got scared and crashed against the Pub wall." Ron's mouth fell open. "What?!" Molly patted his chest. "It's okay, Ronnie, I fixed it." She gave him an assuring face and kissed his cheek. Ginny dragged her away towards the clothing store. Ron watched them with a lightened heart. "Ron," Hermione said while taking his arm, "you're such a family man." Ron looked down on her, feeling his cheeks getting warm. "Yeah, well, I taught her how to fly that thing. I don't want mum to think I did a crummy job." Hermione looked up at him and let go of his arm. "Right," she said under her breath. "You guys," Harry said, still trying to catch his breath, "I've got to get into shape."

The gang traveled to the book store to retrieve their newest list of books. As they were browsing, Ron found him and Harry alone together. "Hey, Harry?" he asked. Harry was busy looking through a Quiddich book. "Yes?" he answered, not even glancing away. Ron bit his lip, "What…What would you say if I told you I…I had a crush on…someone?" Harry smirked, "Who would this someone be? It's not Carrie is it?"

"No."

"Tina?"

"No."

"Penelope?"

"Nope."

"Ashley?"

"No, Harry."

"Carla?"

"No!"

"That one girl we met at the Quiddich Games?"

"NO!" Ron's voice echoed through the store. Some shoppers turned to stick their noses into his business, but Ron got closer to Harry (who was now looking at him finally). "I think I might like…Hermione," he whispered. Harry's face didn't change a bit, but Ron could see the blow in his eyes. "You all right?" Ron asked, a little offended. "Yeah, I just can't believe you have a crush on the one girl you think is the most annoying snot on the planet."

Harry sounded as if he was trying to convince Ron not to like her. Ron stared at him for a long time, but Harry couldn't keep the gaze going. "Harry, you…you don't like her, do you?" Harry froze for a moment and he put a big smile on his face. "Like who?" Hermione asked, coming up in-between them with her arms full of books. Ron quickly looked over at her and down at his feet. Harry covered up for him. "This girl I met just a minute ago," he looked at Ron, "No, she's too perky." Ron nodded, appreciating Harry's cover up. Hermione smiled cheerfully, "Well, have you guys gotten all your books? I'm ready to check-out." Ron shook his head, swallowing nervously. "No, I have two more books to get." Hermione cocked her head to the side and looked to Harry. "What about you, sw—Harry?" Ron felt his heart jolt. "Wha'?" he asked. Hermione looked at him, her face turning pink. She laughed a dry helpless laugh, "I was thinking about Professor Sweeney. I was just talking to her a minute ago." She turned back to Harry, but Harry's eyes were looking at Ron. Ron flashed a smile and continued searching for his other two books. "No, I have to find the same ones Ron does." Hermione nodded. "Okay, then I'll check out and meet you guys at the pet shop. I've got to get more food for Crookshanks. Don't you need some things for your new rat, Ron?" Ron glanced at her, "Yeah. I'll get it when we get there." Hermione said her goodbyes and left them to go check out.

Ron got over her mistake. It made perfect sense why she had said it. She would never lie to him, would she? Would she? Ron and Harry were tearing their way through the crazy jungle of people to get to the pet shop. As they entered, they were greeted by tons of 'hoots' and 'meows'. Ron spotted Hermione petting a kitten playing on the counter. Ron grabbed a thing of cheese and set it on the counter to buy it. "That's all?" Hermione asked him in a smooth tender curiosity. "Yeah," he sighed, "I don't have much money to spend on him. He's already too fat." The witch put it into a bag and handed it to him. They all turned to leave, just to meet eyes with Draco Malfoy. "Well, well, again and again we run across the same paths," his sleazy evil tone exploded through the room. They all sighed an annoyed and depressed sigh that they couldn't slip past him this year. "Mr. Weasley, looking awfully sickly this year, but what's new about that? Ms. Granger," Ron felt his hand tighten into fist. He was a good head taller than Malfoy now. He stepped into Malfoy's path of ridicule before he could say another word. Harry followed. "Draco, shut up your fuckin' mouth for two seconds." Draco was thrown off by Ron's interruption. "Now, I've got a question. Do you know what the most annoying sound in the world sounds like? Well, besides the laughter of everyone knowing you got beaten up by a girl," Draco was getting furious. "You're mouth?" Draco answered. "Nope," Ron said simply and took both of his fists and boxed his ears as hard as he could. "The ringing in your ears after you get them boxed by a Weasley."

Ron couldn't even stay in the store because of Malfoy's whining and his own fury. It was too bad no one but Hermione, Harry, himself, and the witch behind the counter saw Malfoy's humiliation (except for Malfoy of course). After a minute, Harry came out with a huge smile and hugged Ron. "That was what I wish everyone could have seen. Bravo, mate!" Hermione followed, also smiling, but a bit flushed. Malfoy exited the store also. He was pissed and stomped over to Ron, winding up to punch him. He fist fell flat against Ron's chest. This time they were in public, and Malfoy forgot that. He was shocked that his punch did nothing but place his fist close enough for Ron to take the advantage. Ron grabbed his arm, twisted it behind Malfoy's back and got him in a choke hold. "I know some thing, Weasel-bee," Malfoy spit out while trying to breathe. He started to laugh through the squeeze on his esophagus. It's scared Ron so much, his grip lessened and he realized there was a hand pulling on his sweater.

Sadly, it was Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy. He had the most rancid look of disgust on his face as he went to his son, wiping the hand he had used to pull Ron off on his coat. Ron rolled his eyes as Lucius stood as tall as he could, meeting Ron's line of sight. "Weasley, I could have known! How dare you even look at my son. What a disgrace you are." Ron kept his emotions bottled up. The whole pure blood, poor blood thing was old. "The only disgrace I see is your slimeball son!" Harry and Ron turned to Hermione, who had shouted the remark. They weren't happy she had said such a thing for they weren't the only one's staring a hole through her. Lucius's icy scowl grew colder. "I would watch what you say, Miss Granger. You have no territory here." Hermione backed away, scared of the sudden change of atmosphere. Harry and Ron still stood together, blocking as much as they could. "Lucius! Don't bother." Narissca Malfoy, Draco's mother, called to them. Lucius took Draco under his arm and left the group stunned.

Finally, Ron, Hermione, and Harry got to settle down and have a nice meal in the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione was sitting next to Ron and Harry across from them. Harry was talking about something going on with Sirius, but Ron wasn't really listening. He was tired from the full day walking around and the fight. It was getting all his nerves, all the chaos between them and Malfoy. It was annoying they couldn't and probably will never take a deep breath without Draco's loud mouth yapping. He felt especially terrible for Hermione being put in such a position. No one deserves that.

Ron yawned and gave a good stretch. "I'm really tired so, I'm going to go to bed." Harry nodded and Hermione rose to give him a goodnight hug. He didn't really return it and took off up the stairs. He tore his sweater off and fell onto the bed. He pulled the sheet around himself and snuggled into the pillows. It was silent for minutes at a time. He slowly felt the sleep pull him under into a dream.

He was standing in a meadow. It stretched out in all directions for hundreds of miles of flat terrain. "Hello?" he asked into the wind. Nothing replied. Ron went to ask again, but no sound came from his lungs. There was a dot in the distance and from what Ron could guess, it was a person. He tried to shout, but again, there was not a sound. Ron spun around to a scenery change. He was now in a gray room with a four poster bed. The cloth around it was black, just as the pillows were. Yet, there were no blankets. Out of curiosity, Ron went over and sat on the top of the bed. It was actually quite comfortable. Then, some strange force began to push Ron on his back and kept him there. He became cold suddenly and exhaled what seemed to be as smoke. Hands slid his legs open and went up his thighs and grabbed his pants. The same as he had fallen asleep, he had no shirt on. The thing pulled itself up using him as balance and Ron gasped at Hermione's face appearing over him.

All right, he though to himself, it's another one of these dreams…I'll just wake myself up. Ron closed his eyes tightly and tried to push his body from the dream, but it wasn't working. Hermione's hands were distracting him. They slid up over his nipples to his hair and ran through it. "Bliss," she said, kissing his forehead. "Stop," Ron commanded. Hermione's head cocked sadly to the side and she began crying, flinging herself onto Ron's chest. As Ron looked up, Harry stood with a gun pointed at his face. "Fuck you," he said and pulled the trigger.

Ron shot up from his bed, going through the same episode he goes through every night nowadays. He quickly grabbed the sheet and set it to his nose. "Mum!" he cried, voice cracking while the tears streamed from his eyes. Molly rushed into the room and flipped the switch on. "Good God, Ron!" He felt shivers shake his bones fiercely. The tears didn't stop coming as Molly tried to clean his face of the blood. "It's all right Ron, calm down," he cooed to him. It did nothing but make the tears come faster. "Shh," she whispered. Ron was tired and upset so much that he just set his head on Molly's shoulder and cried.

Well, that's the end of Chapter 1. I don't continue unless I get some feedback so, be sure you go and click on the review button to review the story.

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