Gryffindor at heart.
This is an Alternative universe story where Ron and his whole pureblood family are rich; muggle born haters and large supporters of Voldermort, basically like the Malfoy's who have all been sorted into Slytherin.
Its Ron's sixth year at Hogwarts but his comfortable Slytherin life is about to change when he falls for a certain bushy haired Gryffindor.
Chapter 1
It was a cold, crisp autumn September the 1st and the high pitched blast of the Hogwarts express echoed around the bustling platform of 9 ¾. Parents and students alike were all saying swift hurried farewells in order to catch an empty compartment on the already packed train.
Ron's eyes swept along the platform trying to catch a glimpse of his best friend Draco Malfoy.
"Where is he" thought Ron it's not like Draco to be late for the start of term. He looked up to the clock platform, there was only three minutes left and the train would be leaving for school.
Ron was abruptly cut off in his thoughts about Draco when by a loud shriek erupted in very close proximity to his ear.
"Bloody hell" he muttered as someone jumped onto his back and wrapped their legs around his waist, blonde hair falling into his line of vision.
"What the hell Pansy, you scared me half to death" Ron complained as he recognised the scent and long golden hair draped over his shoulder to be his newly acquired girlfriend Pansy Parkinson.
"Oh Ron I missed you this summer" she squeaked as she clung tighter around him "and I hardly think that I could scare you, your my big strong quidditch captain boyfriend"
"How had she missed him over the summer"? He thought. They had only got together two weeks prior to the end of term and now he thought about it he couldn't recall one time during the holidays that he had thought about her.
"Well just let me know before you try doing that again.. ok?"
"If you insist" whispered Pansy into his ear, her voice low and husky. But instead of turning him on her tone of voice only seemed to make him feel nervous and rightly so as in the next moment she lowered her head once again and...
"OH… .my god did she just lick my neck" he silently screamed in his head. "Oh god" he was feeling very subconscious now he realised they were still on a platform of crowded people. He looked around quickly hoping and checking if anyone had seen this less than impropriate gesture.
His eyes fell upon Dean Thomas who was looking in the opposite direction "thank god", then to Theodore Nott who was bending over to tie his right shoe lace and then finally his gaze rested upon her Hermione "know it all" Granger. "Shit" she was looking right at them with a curious expression of Ron guessed was disgust and ..could that be.. jealousy? "Nope, No way" she had averted her gaze almost instantly when she saw he had seen her. Hermione Granger the third member of the golden trio that he, Malfoy and co mercilessly teased couldn't possibly fancy him ...Ron Weasley. "Could she?". An unexpectedly warm feeling burst through him at the thought, before he instantly crushed it again by telling himself, "What the hell is wrong with you she's a filthy muggle born Gryffindor know it all, plus you already have a girlfriend you twat" but then his brain presented an instant counter argument "she isn't filthy though is she?" he thought "she's actually perfectly clean…and she's become quite attractive recently" it was true he thought. She had gained a bronze summer tan and over the holidays she seemed to have grown in all the right places.
Furthermore unlike his parents and brothers Ron refused to fully believe that muggleborns or "Mudbloods" as his family repeatedly called them were completely inferior to purebloods. Hermione proved that herself didn't she, as she was clearly the brightest witch in the school even Draco admitted it once when he insulted her in the corridors.
He thought to himself once more, he personally had never once to his recollection insulted her because of her blood status. He had indeed passed snide remarks about her being a "nightmare or a know it all" when he was angry, but he had never really attacked her at all come to think of it. He would always direct his attacks towards the other two of the golden trio Harry and Neville who he hated with a vengeance. No, he didn't really have a problem with Hermione Granger it was only Draco and Pansy who would insult her in passing, he often tried to ignore her. Occasionally he would sometimes find her need for answering questions adorable.
"Wo-ah where the hell had that thought could from?" he mentally slapped himself. He needed to stop thinking about her, to be honest he was becoming a little frightened about where his thoughts where going, "back to the real world Ron" he told himself.
"Ron are you okay? Your eyes have glazed over" asked Pansy.
"What.. oh- yeah..um I'm fine" he replied hastily now noticing that she had detached herself from him and was now standing in front of him with a questioning expression plastered on her face.
"Ok if you're sure" said Pansy "well we better get on the train it's about to leave"
They clambered aboard the train together and started to walk down the length of the train in silence searching for a compartment with their friends. Ron, no matter from trying not to be was still thinking about how his thoughts had wavered on the platform.
The seventh compartment they reached had a group of Slytherins in and so Ron made way to open the door and sit down next to Vincent Crabbe.
"Don't you two have prefect duties" asked Blaze before Ron could sit down.
"Oh Crap I forgot" cursed Ron I bet that the meeting has already started. "We better go Pansy, were probably already late, thanks Blaze".
Blaze nodded his head in admission as Ron and Pansy exited the cabin and headed up to the front of the train where the meetings took place.