Author's Note : Yay! Finally! I have it up and posted! Squee! My Ron x OC fanfic. Hope you enjoy! Please read and review.
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters or story themes that J.K. Rowling wrote. I only own the events I created upon my own volition and I also own any OCs that I've brought in.
Of Magic and Mayhem
--Year Four : Part One--
It was her fourth year at Hogwarts. The fourteen year old Ravenclaw was sitting outside the school, enjoying the cool autumn weather by the lake. Her mahogany hair flounced about her as the fingers of the breeze tore through the locks. Her emerald eyes were downcast at the current book she was reading. She had received it as a gift from her mother, who was currently in France sorting out a few Dragon problems. It was a week away from the first challenge in the Triwizard Tournament, and, unlike the other female students, she was not busy chasing after every male contender in it. Not even Viktor Krum brushed her fancy.
There was a sound of someone clearing their throat and the emerald eyes glanced up to find a small crew of three people - Gryffindors by the looks of it - standing in front of her. They were in the same grade as her, she didn't even need to be a Ravenclaw to guess that obvious piece of information. She quickly dog-eared the page in her book before closing it and setting it on the grass next to her. She then looked up to the group again, looking them over to see if she knew them at all. There was a girl with bushy mouse-brown hair, a boy with black hair that looked rather shaggy and slicked, and then there was a fiery haired boy. She knew these three, they were in a few of her classes and they were the best of friends, not with her obviously. She didn't really have any friends, to be quite honest. She knew them as Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and the legendary Harry Potter.
"Can I help you?"
She asked, a slightly...irritated tone to her quite voice. Ron glared at Hermione, who then shot a glare to Harry. He nodded and the two of them pushed Ron forward. The poor boy almost toppled face first into the grass. But the red haired fourth year still did not speak. The Ravenclaw's emerald eyes caught with his and she quickly looked away, pretending to stare at the cover of the book she had been interrupted in reading. Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes and stepped forward.
"Well, Ron was wondering if you would be willing to tutor him. He's not doing great in his classes, you see, and if he doesn't pass these tests, his mum is going to have a row with him. Well, Harry was too. And...and I'll help with them..."
The Ravenclaw blinked and looked from Ron to Harry, back to Ron, then finally to Hermione. Something about this was oddly suspicious. She kept her eyes locked on the only other girl of the group of four as she spoke.
"And what makes you think that I want to tutor?"
Her question was asked airily. Sure, she was rather glad to get asked if she would tutor someone, but again, this was just strange in so many ways. Hermione was the smartest Gryffindor in their year. Shouldn't she be the one helping Ron and Harry? When she looked up, she found that the group had their eyes downcast. It was almost as if they were...disappointed. The girl glared at them again and then groaned.
"Fine, I'll tutor you. But I'm not going to promise either of you passing. That's up to you."
She grumbled turning her head so that she was staring at the cover of her book once again. A pale hand moved to it as she brought the book back to her lap and she continued reading where she had left off.
Ron smiled shortly and dropped his things in front of her, plopping down beside them after he had done that. Harry and Hermione had joined him after a few moment's hesitation. Ron was about to open his mouth to say something when the Ravenclaw lifted her gaze from the pages of her book to glare at him.
"I'm guessing you want to know my name, then? Well, It's Mirelle. No nicknames."
With this rough introduction of hers, the three of the Gryffindors inclined their heads to her before she returned to her book. Beneath the long lashes that framed her emerald eyes, she saw Ron's ears turn a light shade of red. She smirked as she continued reading on about the Muggle's French Revolution.
"So, shall we get started, then? I was working on our Charms homework and I can't seem to find the answer to Flit..."
Ron was cut off as Mirelle shut her book rather loudly and placed it back onto the grass next to her. She glared at him as if he were something unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe. She grumbled and gathered her things, storming off quietly. She heard Ron mutter something about he didn't mean to offend her. Mirelle shoved it off and made her way up to the Ravenclaw Common room to continue her reading in peace.
