The curse, inspired by the book by Marianne Curley (DON'T OWN THAT EITHER)
Summary: Ron is clumsy – what else is new? – but his clumsiness and misfortunes have nothing to do with the awkward stage most teenagers have to go through. It's not a rite of passage, yet an effect of a curse on his family, pronounced in the middle ages. Hermione notices this and tries to help him, and to make him aware of the powers he has also inherited…and use them to go back in time, and stop it all from happening. AU.
Chapter one.
Ron –
He grimaced at the sharp pain that cut through his calves and tried to drown out the laughing of the rest of the class. He'd done it again.
Brilliant first impression he was making in yet another high school that he was shoved into – the fifth in as many years. His father had, once again, lost his job and his mom had gotten sick and they'd needed to 'move to a healthier climate' so she could rest and heal. He'd laughed aloud when they'd sat in the doctor's office. Rest and heal…right. Until something else would come along and their family would once again go down with a bang. Sure, it had been a bit distasteful to laugh, but what else was there to do?
Right, back to the problem he was facing now : a room full of bellowing blokes and giggling girls. All except one…a bushy haired girl was looking at him with sympathetic eyes from the back row, a bit isolated, it seemed, and she gave him a weak smile before turning back to her biology book that lay open on her desk.
Ron stuck his hand in the air and gave a small wave, while he felt his face reddening. Blimey, he hated when that happened. Yet another reason for ridicule: 'ey, look at the blushing princess'. At least, that's how it had gone down at Worcester.
"Um, hi…everyone, Ron."
"Class.." Mrs. Davies tapped her blackboard with the back of her hand, her wedding ring bouncing against it.
"She's just doing that so everyone would stop saying she'd never find a bloke stupid enough to marry her, you know?" Ron turned to where the sound was coming from and looked right into some of the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. The girl sitting next to him was nothing short of gorgeous : blond hair, blue eyes and two daisies for earrings, piercing her delicate ears. "I'm Lavender Brown." She smiled.
He nodded. "r – Ron Weasley."
"Auch. Better not tell everyone your last name, eh? 'Specially not that guy." Ron followed her gaze to where a young boy was sitting, looking extremely up himself. "That's Draco. He might use it against you. He's alright, though…we're friends."
Ron mentally banged his head on the tabletop. Say it ain't so. How on EARTH could he be expecting to become friends with the most gorgeous girl, if she'd already befriended 'the bully'? "Oh," he mumbled, "right then."
"I could show you around if you want to?" Her pretty eyes danced in their sockets. "You know, introduce you to everyone?"
'Specially bully over there.
"That'd be nice, thanks."
-
So here he was, befriending the popular gang. Lavender had introduced him, alright. Introduced him to her posh girlfriends and idiot mates. Yet, for some reason, it felt oddly cool to be on the other side of the tracks for once. Sure, they'd laughed at him when he'd spilled his drink all over his pants and they'd been downright mean when they'd pulled the chair from underneath his bum, but he was sitting with them, wasn't he?
But he felt her eyes boring into his back…he had been feeling them ever since he'd sat down next to Lavender and she'd started chatting with 'im. The 'loner' girl, sitting in the back of the class at all times, with no one to sit beside her. He felt kinda sorry for her, but –christ, how selfish had he become in the last few hours?- he didn't want to get on the bad side of the popular gang..
Might just ask about her…couldn't hurt, could it?
"So er-" Draco and his buddies stopped drawing faces on other faces and looked at him, annoyed that he'd interrupted their favorite pass-time, "who's that girl sitting in the back all the time?"
Lavender giggled. "Oh. That's Hermi-one." She tapped the table with her fork, cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows. "Boys?"
The boys sat up straight, put their hand over their heart and started to sing. "whowhowhoHermiiiiioneHermiiiione, Why can't you be mine? WhowhowhoHermiiiioneHermiiiione, I'll love you for all tiiiiiime!!!"
Ron heard a quiet sob behind him and the screeching of a chair being pulled back, and he turned his head, just in time to see Hermione snap her books closed and run from the cafeteria. He shook his head. Why did the popular gang always have to consist of jerks?
" 'Scuse me."
"Oh, Won-won, you're not running after her, are you?" Won-won? Er- right. The table looked at him with piercing eyes. One wrong move, Weasley, and you're dead. Dee Ee Dee. Ded.
He shrugged. "Just going to the loo, that's all."
-
Hermione –
There was something about him. An oddness she had picked up straight from the start. He wasn't just a clumsy boy.. far from it! He was something special. Gifted.
She shook her head as she saw him melt into a puddle at the feet of Lovely Lavender Brown. She hated the girl so badly, it almost made her want to…cast a spell…upon her. Nobody would know it was her – really. She might as well be invisible to the whole bloody school.
And anyway, it would just be a whisper. Not even that. She'd almost perfected casting spells merely by thinking them. Nobody would know.
Except maybe they would. Whenever something went terribly wrong, accusing eyes always shot daggers at her. Hermione was non-existent to them, except when she could play the scapegoat. She silently thanked the ones who had banished the sacrificing of scapegoats all those decades ago.
So if Lavender Brown, school princess, would come to school one morning with a perfect porcelain skin, and leave it with a body covered with warts… Hm. Maybe she should figure out a more subtle plan.
I mean, Lavender Brown wasn't even nice to people! Yet they adored her, because she was just plain gorgeous. And it seemed that Ron had noticed too. Well, she would have to figure out another way to get to him, then. When he wasn't being surrounded by the popular crew, who –should she have expected anything else – started singing their Hermione song again at lunchtime. She wished she could be strong and just sit it out, keep eating her lunch and just blocked it out of her mind, even though the off-key sounds pierced her brain, but she couldn't…not today…Not when Ron was here.
So she fled, away from their eyes, and away from Ron's.
-
Ron –
He found her sitting on a bench outside, her books next to her and her backpack discarded on the green grass.
"Are they always like that to you?"
It amazed him that, entranced as she had seemed, she didn't even jump at the sound of his voice. Something told him she'd known he was coming all along. Which unnerved him a little, he had to confess.
"Pretty much. I guess I should have gotten used to it by now." She smiled at him and shoved her books to the side, creating a spot for him to sit, which he took. "So," she continued, "what do you think of East Lancester so far?"
He shrugged, not looking her in the eye. "'s Alright, I guess. Draco's an idiot."
She laughed. "You don't say?"
She had a pretty laugh, he noticed. Far more beautiful than Lavender's cackle. "You know," he said, "I've been bullied at my last…four…schools, so I kind of know what it's like."
Hermione shook her head in annoyance. "People just can't see the difference between being clumsy and being gifted."
Ron nodded. "Yeah. Unfortunately, I'm the first."
"No, you're not." She smiled. "You are gifted, Ron, I could see it from the first moment I saw you." She eyed him. "Although I can tell it's going to take some work to make you see that."
"I see it now, Hermione. I. Am. Clumsy. I'm an idiot, I'm a fool – call me what you will, but don't you dare say I'm gifted, 'cause that's just a load of crap." He grinned. "A BIG load of it."
And with that, he stood up and left, her words haunting him all the way to the loo. "You are gifted, Ron."
What a load. What a monstrous load.
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Oh, btw, there's a real Hermionesong on YouTube "A love song for Hermione" I think it's called. It's just soo funny...I mean, you'll fall off your chair, it's that funny .
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