Hey guys! Welcome to this mixer of stories! I have quite a few ideas and requests, so there'll be many side stories before, after, and during the years of Hogwarts. Enjoy!
Ron couldn't help it, really. It was just the lot he'd been handed in life. It wasn't his fault. However, that didn't stop all the girls from hating him for it.
Parvati Patil, whom he'd once been good friends with, now turned her nose up and stalked away from him when he approached. Lavender Brown, crazy though she was, ended up making quite a few friends after bonding over their envy of it. Even Hermione couldn't stand to look him in the eyes, lest she have to be reminded of his unintentional fortune.
Harry and his other friends didn't understand the Gryffingirls' behavior either. "They're all just a jealous lot, mate," Sheamus told him one day in their dorm room.
"Yeah Ron, don't work yourself up about it," Harry said, turning back to his Potions essay. "Eventually, they'll realize how insane they sound."
But Ron, ever the curious character, couldn't let it go. Despite his pleading, Hermione refused to tell him why his luck seemed so unlucky for the girls. He followed her to all her classes, offered to start doing his own History of Magic essays, and even promised to swear off Pumpkin Pasties for two weeks so she'd tell him. She still held back. He was frustrated, so finally, he cornered her one day after Transfiguration.
"Hermione, please look at me. Please?" Ron begged. She sighed and reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his.
"What do you want, Ronald?" she asked, irritated.
"I want to know why you girls are all so jealous of me! I don't see what's so great about-"
"Don't even say it, Weasley," Hermione warned, holding a finger to his mouth.
"But Hermione," he continued to speak, "I never did anything! I just want my friends back; I want my best friend back."
He gave her his best doe-eyed look, keeping a hold of her gaze until she finally broke. "Ugh, fine Ron!" she snapped. "You really want to know why we're all so angry at you? It's because you have eyelashes from the gods! They're miles long and the perfect color to set off your eyes, and we don't have that! It's not fair! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be late to Arithmancy."
She pushed past his arm and stormed off, leaving a stunned, still-confused Ron Weasley in her wake. He shook his head and walked in the other direction, swearing he'd never again try to understand the female mind.