Penname: Page of Cups
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Title: Real
Rating: G
Summary: Ficlet. Ron shocked everyone, including himself, when he received his prefect badge.
DISCLAIMER: Am not J.K. Rowling. Have no money. Have a cat and two ferrets that are annoying the hell out of me right now trying to dig out from under my dresser. Also have a rubber chicken, but that is actually my sisters, and my ferrets play with it. It is not worth your time to sue me.
I wrote this little ficlet because I was the happiest person on the planet when Ron got his prefect badge in Order of the Phoenix. I wondered about Ron's feelings on it, so here is this little piece. Enjoy.
Real
Ron stared up at the ceiling through the dark. He knew he should be happy, proud.
God, he hated his family sometimes, though.
He didn't blame them for being surprised. It had come as a surprise to him as well. If anyone, it should have been Harry. Harry was the clever one. Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was the Triwizard Champion and one of the best Quidditch Seekers to ever be on the Gryffindor team. Hermione had assumed it would be Harry. That much was obvious from her initial reaction. Harry had assumed it would be him. It was there in his eyes all afternoon and through dinner.
Hell, Ron had assumed it would be Harry . . . but it was his name on the letter.
Right?
Reaching over to the bedside table, Ron yanked out the drawer and rummaged through its contents. Pushed off to the side, somewhat crumbled, was a piece of parchment bearing a broken Hogwarts crest. He snatched the parchment and snuck over to the door, cracking it for light so he didn't have to light any lamps and wake Harry.
There it was. Weasley, not Potter.
Ron crawled back to the table. He carefully folded the parchment, smoothing out its wrinkles, and laid it on top of the other belongings inside. Snatching something out of the drawer, he crawled back into bed, yanked the blankets up to his waist, and turned over. Yawning, Ron tightened his grip around the prefect badge in his hand.
He didn't care if Harry thought Ron didn't deserve it. He didn't care if Hermione thought it should be Harry instead. It didn't matter if the twins denied being related to him, or if his mum almost had a heart attack from the obvious shock.
He didn't care if none of them had expected him to do it, or even think it was possible.
Honestly.
Ron tightened his fist around the metal. A Gryffindor lion on red and gold dug into his palm, branding his skin. He winced from the pain, released his fingers a little, and then tightened again.
The pain was okay so long as it was real.
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