"Sorry, mate, but the list seems to be pretty accurate."
"Harry! How could you!"
"Well, they were dead on with me, that's all."
"'Prettiest eyes.' Harry, that's no honor."
"As opposed to your place on the list? 'Most immature' is a true honor, I'm sure."

Ron stopped the conversation at this. His best friend agreed with this stupid list that the stupid girls stupidly made.

It was a list of what all the guys of the Gryffindor guys were, made by the girls. There were mean things that no guy would want, such as 'Most likely to date Parkinson,' a burn coming from any girl besides Pansy herself. And there were the cliche's such as 'Best hair,' or what Harry got with 'Prettiest eyes.'

Ron did not get something complimenting his looks. He was stuck with 'Most immature.' And boy was he pissed. So much for seventh year being the easiest.

"What's going on?" Ginny gingerly asked as she joined her brother and Harry at an almost vacant table in the Great Hall. Hermione followed close behind, sitting next to Harry as Ginny plopped down next to her brother.

"Ron's bitter." Harry told them,
"Am not!" Ron snapped.
"Oh, I guess the guys have found the list, then." Hermione said casually.
"How could you let them put me on that list with such an insulting title!" Ron demanded.
"Easy." Ginny snorted.
"Sorry, Ron, but it's true. You are the most immature in our house. That's just how it is." Hermione reported.

"We can't all have such lovely eyes, Ron." Harry batted his eyes at his friend as he said this.
"Which is why you'll never get a girlfriend." Ginny threw in.
"I will too! I could get any girl I wanted!" Ron insisted.
"Then why don't you?" Hermione asked.
"I don't like anybody." Ron retorted.
"Yeah, sure." Ginny really couldn't get enough of being the little sister in this situation.

"I'm saying that girls find you immature. Ask any girl here." Hermione waved a hand around the almost empty Great Hall. Ron scanned the room, looking for someone reliable. Harry quickly caught on to what he was doing.
"Better yet, ask her. That Hufflepuff girl. A nice, neutral source." Harry dared, pointing to a girl sittiing at an otherwise empty Hufflepuff table.

They didn't know what year she was in, and none of them recognized her. Then agian, they didn't recognize any Hufflepuffs. This girl seemed to be one they might have remembered, she had this wild black hair that wasn't about to be tamed by the one pony tail holder that was holding her hair back. Since it was Friday after school she wasn't wearing the school uniform but ripped up jeans and a green tank top that was rather faded.

"Fine, I will." Ron declared. He got up and worked his way across the Great Hall, his friends watching and his stomach filling with nerves that had transformed into butterflies.

"Hi." the girl smiled at him when he reached her. She rested some muggle book she had been reading on her knee to look up at him.
"Hi." Ron said back, his voice cracked some, but he pretended that didn't happen.
"Can I help you?" she asked, offereing him the seat next to her, which he took.

"Well, yes. I was wondering if you could, um, answer a question for me. I know we don't really know each other, at all, but do I strike you as immature?" Ron stumbled out.
"Well, Ron Weasley, after going to school for so long I would hope that you knew me a bit better than not really at all." was the girls response.

Ron gaped at her. He wasn't used to people doing that to him, knowing his name when he didn't know theirs.

"I'm Violet, by the way." the girl said, extending her hand.

Ron shook her hand, trying to figure out what to say next.

"I'm not going to tell you if I think you're immature or not, though. Not until I get to know you, at least." Violet told Ron as their hands dropped.

Ron nodded, feeling dumb.

"So I'll meet you back here, tomorrow, which is Saturday in case you also don't really know that, at eight in the evening. Okay?"

Ron nodded again, and Violet went back to her book. He slowly made his way back to the table where his friends were laughing and waiting, trying not to make it obvious that they were all trying to watch.

"So, are you officially immature?" Hermione asked with a grin when Ron returned.
"I, uh, have a date. Tomorrow." Ron managed to get out.

The expressions of amusement that had once been all around him left with faces of disgust and confusion.

"Poor girl must be dreadfullly desperate." Ginny mumbled.
"You asked her out?" Harry asked, his eyes big with shock at the idea.
"Nope." Ron responded, his voice becoming very pleased.
"She asked you?" Hermione asked, not even trying to hide her shock.
"What's the matter 'Mione? Jealous?" Ron asked her, enjoying this.
"Ugh, you are so immature." was her response.

A few minutes before dinner officially began, McGonagall was outside the Great Hall, posting seven papers on the huge doors. Six pages had a few words and then a list of twenty names, numbered. The seventh only had words, which read:

Due to the lack of time with the first years, their list is unavailable.

The rest of the lists began with the words:

The professors of Hogwarts have assembled a list of the top twenty students in each year. This is not based just on grades, but time, dedication, and the amount of effort put forth by the students. Houses are not listed, just names.

When all the pages were up, McGonagall jsut walked into the Great Hall as casual as posible.

Students started working their way to dinner, but before a single student entered, they looked at their year's list.

Some were angered, some were shocked, but mostly, they were confused.

"Jenny Whitfield? Who's that?"
"Does Lewis Harbor even go to this shool?"
"What the hell? How am I below Patrick Thompson? Who the hell is Patrick Thompson?"

"I don't even know how to pronounce that name!"

"These people don't even go to our school! Do they?"

"Cory Peterson? Is that a guy or a girl?"
"No, seriously, do these people even go to our school?"

"It must be a prank list."
"What do they mean no list for first years! It's almost Christmas, they should know us pretty well by now!"

"ELEVENTH! I'M RANKED ELEVENTH! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE ABOVE ME!" Hermione had found the list and she was not happy.

Hermione stormed into the Great Hall and up to the professors table with more force than a hurricane. People began following, others who were insulted, just not quite as much as her.

"There's been a mistake!" Hermione insisted.
"What ever do you mean, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore calmly asked, although he probably had a better idea of what was wrong than he was letting on.

"The list of the best students. I'm ranked eleventh for my year under people who don't even go to our school." she insisted.

"Yeah!"
"She's right!"
"Is Cory Peterson a guy or a girl?" voices of her followers chimed in behind her.

"Miss Granger, there has been no mistake. Those on the list are all students who attend our school." Dumbledore had laughter in his eyes as he said this.

"Well then, who are they?" Hermione insisted.

"Let's find out. Who is directly above you?" He asked, smiling still.
"Somethig Hayes." someone volunteered

"I think it was Valerie?"

"All right! Valerie Hayes! Get over here!" Hermione commanded to the entire hall.

"Um, it's Violet. Violet Hayes." the girl who Ron had been talking to just a few hours before got up from the same spot she had been in and went to the people calling her by the wrong name.

"You're number ten!" Hermione gaped. The girl really didn't look like the scholarly type.

"I'm what?" Violet hadn't looked at the list.

"Do you know if Cory Peterson is a boy or a girl?" the same voice asked. Once again, no one answered.

"There's a list, no, there's multiple lists, for almost all the years of the best students, and not just in grades, and nobody knows who theses people are!" Pansy huffed. She had been one of the first followers.

"Oooh, so that's why everyone was in such a good mood." Violet realized.
"What do you mean by everyone?" Hermione questioned.
"I mean my house. When people came in they tended to be happy and now I know why." Violet explained.
"But you're in..."
"Hufflepuff."

A/N: Oh noes! Hufflepuff! Being the best? What is going on!

Well, I know. But then again, I wrote the story. You, sucka, just have to wait and see.