"So, you're telling me you've never heard of Dylan O'Hare? Keeper for Ireland?"
"Ron I told you I'm new to Quidditch. I don't know any of these people." Melody chuckled.
"But they have Quidditch in America! The American team has been in the World Cup 3 times!"
"Okay I get that but my family lived in a muggle neighborhood, so we didn't follow Quidditch when I was growing up. We grew up with American sports like Football, Baseball, Soccer, and all that."
"I don't know what any of those words mean." Ron spoke and Melody and Hermione laughed.
The three were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Melody were eating Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans while Hermione was doing her homework. Ron grabbed two red beans out of the bag and Melody carefully chose one to eat.
"One...Two...Three," They popped the jelly beans in their mouth at the same time and the sweet taste of strawberry jam electrified Melody's taste-buds, while Ron had the disgusting taste of centipede. His face contorted as the flavor flowed over his tounge and he gagged; Melody leaned back in her chair and laughed whole-heartily. Just then Harry walked into the common room and made his way over to them.
"How was it mate?" Ron asked him as he got to the table. Harry had just gotten back from Dumbledore's office.
"It was fine, what's going on here?"
"Bertie Botts challenge." Melody answered. Harry took a seat next to Ron. Over the past couple of weeks Melody had become good friends with Ron and the others; Ron particularly enjoyed her company because she helped get his mind off of Hermione.
Melody reached into the bag and pulled out two caramel colored beans, "Okay you two go." she said towards Harry and Ron. Harry grabbed a bean out of her hand and Ron followed.
"One..." said Harry
"Two..." continued Ron.
"Three." they said the last number in unison and popped the jelly beans into their mouths. Both of them starred off trying to decipher the flavor. Just then Harry's eyes widened and he started to cough.
"That is disgusting!" he coughed out, then he started gagging. Ron and the others laughed in their chairs as Harry searched his bag for something to wash down that dreadfull taste.
"What was that?" Harry asked as he drank his water.
"Rotten egg." Melody answered and Ron and Hermione screamed with laughter.
"Which flavor did you get?" Harry asked.
"Caramel Corn." Ron responded as he snickered.
"Tanner got vomit one time." Hermione interjected.
Ron gave Melody a look of annoyance, and she returned it with a look that said, "remember what we talked about."
"How is Tanner?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"He's fine," she responded.
"You seem happy with him," he choked out.
"I am..." she said sweetly, "I never thought I would feel this way about someone, or that they'd even feel the same way about me..." She started to blush then turned back to her work. Ron gave Melody a dismayed glance.
"How long have you two been together?" Melody asked.
"It'll be a year and two months next Saturday."
"Awh that's so cute!"
She smiled sweetly then got up from the table, "I'm going up to bed, I'll see you all in the morning."
"Night Hermione." they all chorused. Once she left Katie Bell made her way in the common room, and Harry got up and walked over to her.
"And then there were two." Melody said and Ron chuckled.
"Thanks for helping me with Hermione." Ron said.
"How's that going?" she asked.
"It's better," he said, "I try to forget about my feelings when I'm with her, sometimes I can sometimes I can't. Although it's easy to forget my feelings when I'm with, you've really helped me with it. Thanks for that."
"You're welcome King Weasley." Melody said in a dramatic tone. The two of them laughed.
"Why do you always call me that?" Ron laughed.
"I'm not sure, It just kind of stuck." Melody snickered.
"Well, my loyal servant, just call me Ron."
"Of course, your highness." Melody bowed over the table and the two were laughing again.
"Are you interested in anyone?" Ron questioned as he set his parchment and quill aside. He was tired of doing work and decided he would finish it later.
"Not really, why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering. We always talk about my feelings, we never really get to talk about yours." Ron responded as Melody scribbled a picture onto her parchment.
"So you're not into Neville then?" Ron asked slightly joking, but also slightly serious. Melody's head shot up.
"Neville?" She questioned seriously. "What on earth made you ask about Neville?"
Ron laughed, "I just saw you talking to him a few times, I think he has a thing for you but he's too scared to say anything. I didn't actually think you had a thing for him I was only joking."
"Yeah no offense to Neville, but I'm not interested in him. He's a little too awkward for me... I think you're the only guy here I'd date. Or Harry, but that's only because I'm friends with you two."
Ron was astonished. Did she really just say that? "Wha-...Really?"
"Yeah really."
"Why?"
"I think it's the red hair. I have a thing for gingers." She said sarcastically.
"Really?" Ron said confused.
"Oh my god, Ron."
"Okay sorry, I couldn't tell if you were being sarcastic or not." He said with a slight chuckle, "But you don't like anyone?"
Melody started packing up her things, "No I do not. I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
"Night." Ron stayed sitting at the table. As Melody made her way to her dormitory she gave Ron and pat on the shoulder as she walked past. The common room had cleared and only a few students still remained. Harry, who had been talking with Katie, came back over to Ron.
"You and Melody sure have gotten closer..." Harry said as he sat down across from Ron.
"It's not what you think mate, we're just friends."
Harry shrugged and told him about his meeting with Dumbledore. Ron listened but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but think of what Melody had said. It was one of the biggest compliments he'd gotten and all she said was she would date him. Even though she didn't mean anything by it, it still made Ron feel good about himself, and when he made his way up to his dormitory in the late night, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.