I came up with this one this afternoon on my way home from the doctor's. I don't know why, but this could be a good one :) Please R&R and I'll come up with more, so please enjoy this Ron/OC story!
The first month of fifth year was already well under-way for Harry Potter and his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. It was Friday morning, and the first class of the day was Potions with their usual house partner and rival, Slytherin. As they walked the halls toward the Dungeons, Ron was discussing Fred and George's plans to open up their joke shop the following year.
"They've got it all planned out and everything. They've been experimenting with new stuff all summer. Mostly on me." Harry and Hermione laughed, recalling the day the twins had tricked Ron into eating Canary Creams. Hermione and Harry spent an hour chasing after Canary-Ron after he flew out the open window.
"It will be absolutely smashing, Ron." Harry chimed.
"Plus, they owe it all to you, Harry, for funding it!" Hermione said cheerfully. Harry smiled shyly. Then, as if on cue; a loud bang erupted around the next corner. The trio and the other students rushed forward to investigate. The hallway was filled with black smoke. After settling, standing in the middle of the hall was a group of soot-covered, slightly singed students; and one very miffed Professor Snape. Amongst the students giggled and odd laughs, there was a very steady and hearty laughed that stood alone. Off to the left, a skinny girl with blonde curly hair stood doubled over, laughing.
"Miss Douglas!" Snape growled irritably. The girl stopped laughing and with a wicked grin took off through the crowd. She burst between Ron and Harry and barrelled around the corner, with a fuming Snape on her heels. Hermione, Ron, and Harry all looked baffled.
"Who was that?" Hermione asked, looking over her shoulder around the corner.
"No idea." Harry mumbled.
"Whoever she was, that was pretty good." Ron grinned. "Not quite a Fred and George, but close." The three nodded in agreement and continued down the corridor towards the Potions classroom.
Arriving in Potions, all three noted Snape was not there. Elated, they took their seats and struck up a conversation with a mildly-relaxed Neville Longbottom, who didn't stammer for once due to Snape's absence. Minutes later, the dungeon doors banged open and Snape entered with the mystery blonde in tow.
"Next time you pull a stunt like that Miss Douglas, I won't be so lenient."Snape muttered irritatedly. "Five points from Slytherin and two hours detention. Now take your seat." The blonde Slytherin girl named Miss Douglas turned to the class and took a dramatic bow. Almost everyone broke out in appalause. The girl took the empty seat next to Pansy Parkinson and the two gave each other a friendly smirk.
"Now," Snape began as he marched to the front of the classroom. "Today we will try our hand at a simple Sleeping Draught, but I will be selecting partners, as the last few potion crafting attempts have ended with more student in the hospital wing then I have liked." Snape narrowed his eyes at Seamus, Dean, Goyle, and especially at Neville, who cowered in fear. Snape picked up his list and began assigning partners.
"Miss Patil, please pair yourself with Mr. Goyle." Parvati and Goyle glared at one another.
"Miss Granger, you will work with... Mr. Malfoy." Hermione groaned and dropped her head to her desk. Malfoy look half-bemused, half-digusted
"Mr. Longbottom, you will work with Miss Parkinson." Neither Nevile or Pansy looked happy.
Mr. Potter, you will have the pleasure of working with Mr. Crabbe." Harry shook his head and palmed his face and Crabbe suddenly snapped back into focus.
"Mr. Weasley, I shall pair you with... our resident prankster Miss Douglas." Ron turned his head and met the stare of the skinny blonde, who gave him a welcoming smile and jerked her head to invite him over. While Snape finished assigning partners, Ron carefully made his way over to Miss Douglas. Despite her generally warm disposition, he never trusted Slytherins fully. As he stood on her left, she quickly turned to face him.
"Hi! Mackenzie Douglas." The blonde said perkily, sticking her hand out. Ron gingerly shook it.
"Ron Weasley." He replied.
"Weasley... You're Arthur Weasley's son!" Mackenzie commented, a flick of a Scottish accent popped up in her voice. "Pass me the lavender?" Ron looked at her quizzacally but complied.
"How did you- wait, Douglas. Ain't you-"
"The daughter of Alastair Douglas, the newest Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office? Yep." Mackenzie quipped, grinding the lavender. Ron chuckled and tossed in standard ingredient.
"Arthur visited us when we arrived in August. He's a very nice man." Mackenzie beamed, continuing to grind the mixture. Ron looked in his potions book and added Flobberworm Mucus.
"He is, but he can be a bit barmy at times." Ron mumbled comically as he added standard ingredient. Mackenzie laughed ethusiastically as she added the crushed powder to the heat. They let it brew before Mackenzie waved her wand to set it.
As class wore on, the two kept talking. It turned out that Mackenzie's older brother, Emmitt Douglas, was a former Beater for Ron's favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons.
"No way! He's incredible!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah! He taught me how to play Quidditch." Mackenzie said with pride.
"What position do you play?"
"I usually play Keeper but I much prefer Seeker." Mackenzie stated. Suddenly, Neville and Pansy's potion exploded in their faces. Both Ron and Mackenzie stiffled giggles.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Patil, , and Mr. Crabbe; kindly take your friends to the hospital wing, if you don't mind." Harry and Parvati carried Neville from the room, Parvati soothing her boyfriend as they went. Crabbe and Goyle simply scooped up Pansy and marched out.
As their potion continued brewing, Ron and Mackenzie learned they shared a love of food and wizard's chess and both also feared spiders. Mackenzie feared heights, but not when on a broom; and Ron did not enjoy being around dragons particularily. By the time class was about to end, the two had quickly bonded.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Crabbe. I can tell from here your potion has gone bad." Snape groaned from his desk as he stood to make his rounds. Harry and Crabbe glared at each other feverently. Hermione and Draco's potion was perfect, but the pair themselves looked close to wanting to kill each other. Neville and Pansy were down for the count. Parvati and Goyle's potion was nearly perfect, but just before Snape came to their table, Goyle dropped an extra Valerian sprig and the whole thing turned sour. When Snape finally reached Mackenzie and Ron, his face softened to see a perfect potion.
"impressive, Miss Douglas. I'm sure you helped Mr. Weaseley here a great deal." Snape said snidely. Mackenzie cocked an eyebrow and got a devilish look in her eye.
"Actually, RON did much of this on his own. We worked as a TEAM, like you asked." Mackenzie gritted sweetly. Snape noted her atttude and said nothing.
"Very good then, Mr. Weaseley. A grade of 90 I will award you." Snape made a mark on his parchement and turned to finish his inspection. Ron turned to Mackenzie.
"90! I've never done so well in Potions at once! Thank you Mackenzie!" Ron was grinning ear to ear. Mackenzie laughed and touched his arm.
"You're very welcome!" And with that came the end of class.
"Goodbye Ron, it was nice talking to you!" Mackenzie chimed and hurried off to visit Pansy. Ron smiled and watched her leave before reuniting with his friends.
More to come! R&R :D