I couldn't help but notice how Ronald looked at the utensils last night like he'd never seen them before.
We were served bread and cheese with a special cake as well as wine and assortments of fruit.
"Excuse me, I don't think I'm hungry today" he told father and mother then tried to get him, his cheeks were a flaming cherry red and his ears went red too.
"What he's trying to say is that he has no idea how to use a fork" I replied.
He turned to me and glared "it's not that! I do know how to use a fork it's just that I've never had to use so many utensils for one dinner" he replied hotly.
My mother laughed "oh, I see, it's alright darling you can just use the one" she told him.
"And which one would that be?" he asked looking at the three forks in front of him.
"The one on the outside" I told him and he picked it up and ate slowly.
"Your self-consciousness is showing" I taunted and he glared at me.
"Excuse me if I don't have the means to use 17 pure gold utensils!" he snapped then got up and walked out of the room with an apologetic bow at my parents then walked out of the room.
Father gave me a look "I think you should apologize" he told me.
"I'm sorry" I clarified then wiped my mouth with a napkin and walked in the other direction to my room.
Later on we left to go to Hogwarts, Ronald and I was sitting in the carriage not looking at each other.
Ron was looking outside the window then his eyes widened "stop!" he shouted and the carriage's driver stopped it.
Ron got out and ran to a girl with red hair like him "Ronald!" I shouted going after him.
He punched the boy next him "idiot! Why did you bring her to this side of town? It's dangerous!" Ronald shouted at the boy.
The boy got up groaned "you're still stir of the moment kind a person, aren't you?" the boy asked massaging his jaw.
"I'm sorry, Ron, I wanted to see you before you left!" the girl told him.
Ron sighed then picked her up despite her looking only a year younger than him and hugged tightly "okay but there is no way in the bloody hell I'm allowing you to be taken home by this bastard" he told her.
"He was the only one who would take me though, Fred and George think that you'll become a blue blood or something if you go with her" the girl replied looking at me with caution.
"Tell them that's ridiculous and I'll always be a street rat at heart" he told her winking and she laughed nodding.
Ronald turned then walked into one of the trading posts and a man came out, he had red hair and looked surprised to find the girl there and scolded her.
Eventually they left and he got in and I also got in behind him "are they your family?" I asked him.
"Yeah, the girl is Ginny and the bastard that took her here is Dean" he growled under his breath making me laugh.
"You must really not like the guy" I replied.
"I'm not a fan of anyone who dates my sister" he replied seriously.
I nodded then we got out of the carriage when we reached the place "what is that?" he asked seeing the metal.
"They all it a train, it's powered by magic, they say that in a few 100 hundred years muggles can power it by steam" I replied.
"Oh" he said then we boarded it.
"Ronald, can I call you Ron?" I asked him.
He looked at me through the corner of his eye "sure" he answered but I swear his ears were red.
People had obviously heard about Ron overnight "they say he blew up the Duke's carriage" people whispered.
"What magic did he use?" voices whispered.
"Fire"
"Fire magic? Only some can control it, if he comes here he's gonna get someone killed" the whispers made their way to my ears and I was sure Ron could hear it.
He clenched his jaw shut and his fists tightened making his knuckles go white his cheeks were aflame.
He walked into a compartment to find a skinny boy our age, he had messy, jet black hair and emerald green eyes that matched the amulet around his neck that was in the shape of a dear, a stag.
He looked at Ron slightly surprised "sorry, can I sit?" Ron asked, the teen nodded "sure" he said smiling slightly.
"I'm Ronald Weasley, erm but call me Ron" Ron replied.
"Harry Potter" the boy replied smiling very nervously.
"The Harry Potter? You are very famous for being the one surviving that dark wizard years ago, a please to meet you" I told him.
Harry looked at me "I said can I sit not us" Ron clarified.
I huffed glaring then defiantly sat down next to Harry "Hermione Granger, daughter of the Duke of Diagone" I told him clarifying my title which had been made into a habit of saying.
Harry got up then bowed politely "my lady" he greeted.
"Please, just call me Hermione" I told him.
The rest of the trip was pleasant except Ron's occasional sarcastic comment which I would ignore and we reached the castle.
Ron stared up at the castle that I found familiar but that he had never seen before, "it's a castle" he muttered.
"Yeah, you'll love it though" I assured him.
We walked up to the castle "we have houses, my house is run by Godric Gryffindor, he's our DADA Professor" I explained.
"What DADA?" he muttered.
"Defense against the Dark Arts" I explained and he nodded.
He was gestured to come up by the 4 house leaders.
"So he is the rumored peasant? He does not belong in my house obviously" Professor Slytherin scoffed.
Ron's eyes narrowed and fire sparked on his fingertips, "he is too foolish to attempt to try his gift of fire on the four of us" Professor Ravenclaw answered holding Ron's hand up.
"He is surely loyal" Professor Hufflepuff proclaimed.
"No, he does not belong in your house, Helga. He belongs in my house; he has fire in his eyes and bravery in his heart!" Professor Gryffindor boomed.
"Surely then, he shall be in Gryffindor" Professor Hufflepuff agreed smiling.