Ron's POV

Hermione led us to our homeroom, but her head was bowed low so that she wouldn't get any attention from other students, and I was ready to punch anyone who scowled at her as we walked by. Lenalee, Alma and Tevak were walking side by side with Hermione, trying to engage her in a conversation to make her drift off for having the students' attention on her. I walked with Harry, just right behind them, glaring at anyone who was looking at Hermione with a glare.

"Seems like she's been having a hard time here," Harry whispered to me when we passed by a classroom.

"And I think that we just made it worse once I came to school with her," I whispered back angrily, silently glaring at a girl who was giving Hermione a disgusted look. "And apparently, everyone is a prick towards her."

"How I would I like to run them through my blade," I heard Kanda mumble from the back, making me look at him with surprise. "Even she doesn't deserve to be treated like shit," He gave nonchalantly before glaring holes at students who kept looking.

"Edward's gonna be pissed by the time we go home," Lavi sighed, hands behind his head. "Once we tell him that Hermione's being their rag doll, he'll storm in here and blast the school with his explosives."

"If he does, then we want in," Fred and George said together, nodding seriously at the suggestion. "How about we start off at Little-Miss Chairman's house? That would be fun to burn—"

"W-We're h-here," I heard Hermione call from upfront, making my face grin as she looked at us uneasily. I noticed that her hand was clutching her bag tightly, her knuckles white. "S-Should I…?"

"Nah, we'll be fine," I smiled at her before she opened the door to reveal a classroom with about fifteen tables and chairs made for two inside. There were a few people who immediately smiled at Hermione before they started to greet her with gusto, much to her flushed and embarrassed smile when she entered with us.

Silence descended on the classroom when we entered, faces of amazement and confusion on their faces.

"Holy shit," A guy muttered from Stefan's left, looking surprised when we came in. "They are going to be here with us."

"Hey, don't get worried about anything at all now," Stefan grinned from his perch on his seat, both his legs splayed out and resting on top of his table. He gave us a wink. "Welcome to Class 1-A: where the students are always on top."

"T-This is an honours class?" Allen gaped, taking in the surroundings. I was surprised too and my mouth fell open in shock.

'Bloody hell not again,' I groaned inwardly to myself as the thought of having to study harder came by.

"Got a problem with that?" Stefan asked lazily from his seat.

"Not at all!" Allen grinned, practically bouncing to a seat that was available. "This just means that I'm smart enough to be an honour student! Beat that, BaKanda!"

"Hermione, did you finish your homework?" A girl with short blonde hair ran to Hermione, her blue eyes pleading. All at once, the class looked at her with despair; Stefan even sat straighter from his seat, mouthing 'we have homework?' to the person next to him.

Hermione nodded slowly, looking at her with a small smile. "S-Should I teach a-again?"

The whole class screamed yes.

Naturally, I sat beside Hermione. The girl with blond curls, Lucy, just gave her seat up and sat with Alma, giggling all the way. I took Hermione's bag from her and I've got to admit, it was heavy. I told her that I'll carry her bag every day and all I received was a small blush on her face, and a giggling classroom.

Seriously.

"So, all you have to do is just substitute this with the product of the equation…" Apparently, Hermione was used to tutor her classmates. Not that she minded though; she's all shy and wide smiles as she teaches and doesn't stutter at all when she talks, but when she's asked a question, she stutters. Cutely, I might add. "And then you'll have the answer."

I quickly wrote the equation and the answer in my notebook. Hell, we're new to everything here and Komui put us into the honours class. I think it's about time we actually did our best and do every single thing.

And possibly topple that queen, also known as Brooke, off the ladder.

Besides, if Kanda and Allen are all-in-all confused with everything that Hermione's saying, that's saying a lot. And when I meant 'saying', I meant that Komui didn't do them any justice in putting them there at all.

"Thanks a lot, Hermione!" Lucy cheered, waving her math book proudly in her hands. Hermione gave her a weak smile before grabbing a box thingy and used it to clean the board. "Huh. Hopefully, Sir Arthur wouldn't notice—"

"—however, I did," A man greeted as he entered the room, making us start. He wore a long-sleeved polo, a red knitted vest, black trousers and newly shined shoes; plus, he has these thick eyebrows that made him look more humorous, despite his semi-tall stature. Hermione dropped the box in surprise before bowing her head in embarrassment. "Good morning, my dear," He greeted, giving Hermione a small, fond smile.

"G-Good morning, Sir Arthur," Hermione greeted shyly, giving him back the small smile. "I-I'm sorry for—"

"As long as you've been keeping them in check, then it's just fine with me," He grinned, placing his books on the desk and handing a piece of paper to her. "Here you go. No homework for the week."

Hermione's eyes widened and brightened with joy as she took it meekly.

"And as your homeroom teacher and your math teacher, you all have homework," There were many groans after this. "Also, I've just been notified that all thirteen students are in my homeroom!" He exclaimed cheerfully, clapping his hands and ignoring the look Stefan gave him. "Another set to add to my crazy class!"

"Oi! We are not crazy!" Stefan shouted, pouting at our homeroom teacher. The latter, however, gave him the stink-eye. Madarao sometimes does that whenever Tokusa annoys the hell out of him. It made us snort in amusement.

"You, Mr. Michaelis, are the only crazy-ass student of mine who always gets into trouble, the others are used at your crazy antics, and thus, crazy enough to get used to you," Our homeroom teacher huffed, crossing his arms at him and pointing a pen menacingly at him. Whatever that triggered his fear; I don't know how he did it, but it was too much that we laughed. Stefan's face was too priceless. "Right," He started again, now smiling encouragingly at us. "Now, who wants to begin the introductions?"

We all looked pointedly at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course, how stupid am I to forget that I should be the first one to introduce?" He muttered sarcastically, shaking his head. "I am Arthur Kirk, and you may call me Sir Arthur."

"Like in those medieval stuff?" Lavi asked curiously. I've seen of a Sir Arthur before from one of Talia's books, and from what I've saw, this isn't him.

"Glad to know you know a lot more that this dump here," Sir Arthur grinned, pointing at an offended Stefan. "Yes, it is something like that. And you are?"

"Lavi Yong," Lavi said automatically, smirking after actually using his fake surname; Komui gave some of us some fake names that he used for our records so we wouldn't be that suspicious. "I'm fresh from home-school along with the others."

"Home-schooled, huh? That's the first time I heard a whole group being home-schooled" Sir Arthur said curiously, an eyebrow rose at this specific fact. "Well, then you must be new to all these social things."

"Not where we came from, sir. From there, you can meet anyone from different places," Allen shrugged, smiling at Sir Arthur. "I'm Allen by the way, sir. Allen Walker."

"I have a feeling that you're hiding something, but my mind has been saying 'no' otherwise, possibly because of it trusting Stephan once. I regretted it ever since," Stephan growled at his homeroom teacher. "Anyways, two down, eleven to go. Who's next?" His finger hovered towards Alma and Tevak, and gave them a wide grin. "I see that the two young ladies who stood up against our Student Council Chairman are in my class! Excellent! Your names, my dears?"

"I'm Alma sir, Alma Karmante," Alma introduced herself with a smile. "You can call me Al, since I'm a bit of a tomboy."

"Tevak Winslow, sir," Tevak bowing her head in greeting. "I hope you will take care of me and my friends."

"The pleasure is mine, my dear," Sir Arthur replied, nodding back. "It's good to know that someone has the ground to talk back against a bitch like her."

There was a stunned silence before Stefan started to slowly clap his hands. "I knew you were my favourite teacher, Arthur," He grinned before he received a pen to the head. He yelped in pain and I got to admire the accuracy our sir has. That was clearly a headshot.

"Sir!" Lucy called for the attention of Sir Arthur. "One of them has a crush on Her—"

"L-Lucy!" Hermione whispered hastily, her face flushed in embarrassment and I slightly glared at Lucy for even bringing it on.

"Another one?" Sir Arthur asked curiously, looking around before his eyes stopped at Kanda. "It's not you, right?"

Kanda's eye twitched.

"No, and also his name is Kanda Yuu," Allen introduced Kanda, nodding lazily at him. "He looks like a girl, doesn't he?"

Kanda grabbed on his ear and pulled on it, grinning maliciously. "Oh look, beansprout is still a beansprout."

"Then, it isn't him. Moving on," Sir Arthur's gaze landed to me and, to my horror, gave me a huge grin. "You seem to be Hermione's right-hand man. Any leads?"

I shook my head. Well, I do have to stay quiet. Once everyone here says that I do have a crush on Hermione, they'll flay her alive. Especially Brooke; that woman knows no boundaries. Besides, I'm still getting used to being with a new Hermione. Hermione as Talia was kind of aggressive and, well, strong-hearted and she likes to say what comes out of her mind; Hermione now, is shy and timid and meek, and maybe after having being used to bullying from queen bitch, made her almost scared on what will happen if she says something from her thoughts. And as an unfortunate addition, she was taken and adopted.

That had to have some sort of trauma. And I think that the only one who is keeping her sane is Stephanie.

"No? Well, it might evolve in the incoming future," He shrugged, hands on his hips. "Your name? Hermione's soon-to-be boyfriend?"

"Ronald Weasley," I cut Hermione from stuttering out an exasperated and embarrassed explanation. "Most people call me—"

"Bilius," Fred and George immediately pointed out teasingly, making me twitch in annoyance.

"And those bastards," I continued, pointing at the sniggering two. "Those are my brothers, Felicia and Georgia."

'Ha, suck on that, assholes,' I cheered inwardly to myself as everyone started to crack up.

Introductions came and came… and came. Two subjects after Math and all of us were bored with listening through every introduction we had to make. Science was A-Okay until it started to get boring. Then came History and… well, you get the idea. We weren't still fond of it at all.

We remained bored out of our minds until he came along.

And boy, you should have seen everyone's faces as our English professor practically skipped inside the room. He looked like he came out of an amusement park, since his arms was loaded with two burgers, a cup of cola and some literature books. From my schedule, he's Sir Alfred Jonathan Jones, but Hermione just said to call him Sir Alfred.

"Alright class!" Sir Alfred, our English teacher, screamed cheerfully at us, making Hermione and I cringe at his too cheerful persona. In fact, he reminded me of Myde. "I would like to know what my favourite Math teacher—"

"He has a crush on Sir Arthur, by the way," Hermione whispered to me, a small smile gracing her features and I just noticed that a pair of glasses were perched on top of her nose.

"—is wearing underneath his pants today!"

"Boxers!" Everyone happily screamed in unison.

"Since when do you wear glasses?" I asked her quietly, nodding to her face.

"O-Oh, I-I only wear it when I'm r-reading," She answered, her hands absentmindedly touching the rim of her glasses. "Z-Zione says it's t-to prevent my e-eyes to—"

"And what does he look like in my eyes?!" Sir Alfred asked in a shrill scream, interrupting Hermione's answer in the favour of jumping in her seat.

"A bloody angel!" Everyone, excluding the both of us, shouted back.

'Wow,' I thought to myself as Hermione and I winced at the screams and cheers everyone is making. 'This might actually be the noisiest class I have ever been in.'

'No, you might think it's the noisy class you have ever been, but you have never encountered your other classes. And don't get me started on the afternoon classes,' My friend inside my mind argued happily.

'Shut up.'

'You can't tell me to shut up. I am in your mind.'

'You're creepy. Get the bloody hell out of my head.'

'Make me.'

I scowled to myself and just sighed as the lesson finally started.

"Where do you want to eat?" I asked Hermione once the bell signalled for lunch. Sir Alfred gave us homework before he practically ran outside when he saw Sir Arthur passing by the room.

"And don't you even go through our fingers again," Stefan warned her as he stood in front of our table. "You got attacked when you went to eat alone. Not gonna happen again. Am I right?"

Everyone in the room agreed and Hermione, with all the embarrassment she could muster, shrunk in her seat.

"All right everyone! Today, we're gonna eat at the theatre!" Lucy announced, and everyone cheered.

"So all of you, are in the drama club?" Lavi asked through a mouthful of noodles. All forty of us were in a circle as we ate on the stage of the theatre. I've got to admit, it was huge. It was even air-conditioned and only the drama club were allowed to use it to their will. I'm so happy to be here.

"Actually, the whole Class 1-A is the whole drama club. And we're sometimes called the arts club, since everyone here is talented," Lucy answered for him as she passed on cups of juice. Who would've thought that this club had a whole fridge backstage, stocked on anything but meat and greens. "And it's the only club Brooke never even touches. Since she's the Chairman of the Student Council, she's allowed to interfere in any club, but us. I think it's because she doesn't want to waste her time with us, since the last time, Stefan practically declared war with her and threw water balloons to her face."

"Bitch deserved it," Stefan scowled as he shared his lunch with Allen and Fred. "I saw her slap Hermione when Hermione unintentionally hit her shoulder when she passed by."

"Oh, how I would pay to see that," Alma sighed dreamily as she stole a piece of meat from Kanda's lunch.

"The best part of it? Stefan used paint, and she practically looked like she came from a kid's playroom," Lucy added and all of us laughed; even Hermione managed a small chuckle. "Practically, one of the best days I've had in my life."

"Oh, and remember the time Stefan put something in her shampoo bottle?" Clark, Stefan's bestfriend and Lucy's cousin apparently, asked, snorting in laughter.

"What? What did he do?" George asked curiously, leaning in laughter with Tokusa.

"He changed it with dye, and in a whole week, Brooke's air was in a horrid colour of violet!" And all of us practically fell back in laughter. "She couldn't even change it back!"

"I've got to admit," I breathed out to Hermione, small chuckles still coming out of my mouth. Hermione was giggling at this point, her hand covering her mouth. "This could be a fun school year. Don't you think so, Harry?"

"Yeah mate," Harry grinned, handing Hermione a cup of juice. "And Hermione, you sure have great classmates and friends here."

Hermione nodded shyly in response, a small smile gracing her features. "T-Thank you."

We talked for minutes, all about the school and other controversies Lucy had heard, until the theatre doors opened and a guy, probably a year below us, ran inside in panic.

"Bro!" He called out, and I noticed the familiar raven hair and I figured—

"What do you want, Mike?" Stefan asked in alarm, his eyes widening as his brother ran up to the stage. "I thought I gave you your money for lunch—"

"Not that, you idiot—"Ah, it is his brother. "—I was going to say that Principal Hudson is asking for everyone to gather in the theatre! And here you are eating—"

"Holy shit!" Stefan immediately stood and in a rush, we immediately cleaned up the stage, and basically threw all our shit backstage before taking our seats in the far back seconds before the students entered the theatre. Sir Arthur, a little disheveled, ran to us once he saw us and his face was in an immediate scowl.

"Bastard didn't give any warning to the teachers," He grumbled once he reached us and he turned his head to Stefan. "Who gave you the warning?"

"Mike did," Stefan answered and I was surprised that his face was so serious. "We were eating on the stage when he ran in."

"Your brother is a quick little bugger, I'll tell you that," Sir proceeded to stand next to us. "Everyone, since the principal asked for a meeting, all of today's afternoon classes are cancelled, but I want every member of the arts club to stay here afterwards. Understood?"

"Yes sir," We replied as a class.

"Good afternoon, students," Principal Hudson greeted as he stood on the stage, with a microphone in his hand. He looked rather, well, pudgy; but he sure was tall. And standing beside him was his pretty-ugly-prim princess, Brooke. "I know that it is rather untimed, but I have a list of very important announcements for this school year!

"And listen up, since I will only be announcing this once! For our seventy fifth anniversary of Clarion, we will begin, once again, the Miss Clarion Competition! This competition, however, is only for the seniors of this year and we will be holding auditions for this said competition in two weeks, so ladies; you have all the time to prepare!

"On Monday, I know that you all know this, but we will immediately start our sports fest! The list of games will be given by your clubroom teacher and this list, along with the players in it, must be passed this afternoon before the day ends! No list is an immediate disqualification!

"Also, this Saturday, we will be holding the Midnight Dance, sponsored by our very own Student Council!" Somehow, the chatter seemed to go louder, but with a wave of his hand, it died down as quick as it started. "I know, it may be a bit too early, but I can assure, the Student Council has never planned anything as extravagant as this! For this year, our theme is 'Tales of Fantasy'! So, I expect everyone to be in their gowns and prince-ly clothes!"

"Does he even have to shout even with a microphone in his hand?" I muttered to myself as half of us winced. Being next to the speaker is not a good place to be in.

"And lastly as a treat for Clarion's seventy fifth anniversary, starting immediately after the sports fest, the school will allow the students to not wear their uniforms for the entire year!" We all sighed in relief, and I heard Fred and George silently cheering for this. "Yes, yes. Everyone's is excited! Well, that's all I have to announce today and I hope you enjoy a fun-filled afternoon with your clubs!"

"What's a sports fest?" Allen immediately asked once we sat on the stage again after everyone filed out. We remained in our seats for a while, and by the way, did you know that Brooke—the ever bloody bitch—tried to give me a come on. I have to thank her father when I see him, since he actually pushed her out of the theatre, much to everyone's amusement and delight.

"The annual sports fest," Stefan grumbled, crossing his arms in distaste. "It's a bloody biased competition between the clubs. And who do you think wins it every time?"

"Wanna topple the queen off her throne?" Fred asked, nudging Stefan with a crazy, manic gleam in his eyes.

"Why, I'd never thought you'd ask," Stefan grinned, giving the twins and Lavi a special manic gleam of his own.

"Shut it, the four of you," Sir Arthur ordered, slapping Stefan on the head with a clipboard. "As much as I would like to join you in this case, I would like to remind you that we have a chance in winning this sports fest."

"Yeah, since we have new blood here," Clark smiled, giving Madarao and Tokusa a grin. "Any of you know how to play basketball?"

"We only need about seven or more for that. They aren't that picky with numbers when it comes to specific group games," Sir Arthur hummed, carefully sitting next to Hermione, all the while rubbing her head fondly. "But we still need a representative for the swimming, the archery, the boxing and the wrestling match, the marathon, chess, and kendo, two for the bread-eating contest, tennis, target shooting and the chariot race, and lastly, five for the relay. Oh, and nine or more for baseball."

"W-We can play in two categories, right?" Tevak asked weakly as Sir Arthur handed her the list. She already had a pen in her hand. Sir Arthur nodded, saying, "Only in two categories. More than that, we could get disqualified."

"I think I'll enter the baseball and the boxing," Alma mumbled, taking a look on the list. All of us gaped at her when she said she'll enter the boxing competition. "What?"

"Are you sure you want to enter the boxing?"

"Why not? It's a first time for me and I think I'll enjoy smashing their faces," Alma shrugged offhandedly, snatching the pen from Tevak and writing her name down. "Who wants to enter archery?"

"Tevak will. Duh," Madarao huffed, giving Alma an unamused look. "She can shoot anything moving and while she's moving, I think she'll win that one."

"See? I told you we got ourselves a group of fighters," Stefan grinned at Clark, who frowned at him. "Clark and I are gonna enter the basketball and the chariot one."

"Damn, I wanted to enter that one," Tokusa grumbled, but continued on. "I'm gonna enter the target shooting one. Madarao wants to enter the marathon anyway."

"You're gonna need a partner for that," Sir Arthur reminded him, and to our amazement, Lucy raised her hand.

"I'm gonna be his partner!" She announced with a childish smile on her face. I could actually see the red flush adorning Tokusa's cheeks and Madarao and Link—this is the Howard Link we're talking about—chuckled and nudged him relentlessly.

"I'll enter the bread-eating contest," Allen decided, his fist balled up in enthusiasm. Somehow, I figured that he would enter the competition.

"The bread will be hanging from a string."

"So what? You get to eat once you grab it with your mouth, right?"

Of course.

"Alright, moving on," Alma muttered, amused at the scene Allen was putting on when Kanda commented that he couldn't even grab it with his mouth because he was too short. "Yuu, you don't mind entering the kendo competition?"

"Hell, he wouldn't let a guy get in his way from winning that," Lavi snorted, giving Kanda an amused smile. "Now that is a game I'm willing to pay to watch."

"What about you Lavi?" Francine, a girl with red curls tied into a bun, asked curiously. "What are you going to enter?"

"Baseball," Lavi answered with a devilish grin, practically making her swoon. Ugh. "I thought of entering chess, but I'm sure as hell that Link will enter that."

"Right-o," Alma muttered, writing down the names. "How about you Jason? Charles?"

"I think I'm gonna enter wrestling," Both of them started. I smirked as the two of them glared at each other before—

"First one to tap out loses, got it?"

"You're on, asshole.

—and then they get crawling on the floor.

"Oi, wrestle somewhere else," Lance hissed as he got hit by a stray limb. "Gimme the one with the swimming thing. I can do it."

"Wait, hold on. There has to be two participants for swimming. Bitch must've forgotten to add a line," Alma cursed, frowning at the paper. And when she said 'Bitch', she meant Brooke. "Who wants in?"

"Hermione," I quickly said, ignoring the shocked look she gave me. "Hermione's good in swimming."

'You know I care for you, Mione, but this is a chance to show them that you aren't just as weak as everyone thought you'd be,' I thought inwardly, ignoring the guilt that was crawling up my spine once I saw her pleading eyes.

"I knew it," Stefan breathed, looking positively ecstatic. Hermione gulped in fear.

Sorry about that, Hermione.

I did not mean to release you to the dogs.

A/N: I totally forgot to post this chapter. I actually forgot.

I am such an idiot.

Characters belong to Katsura Hoshino and Square Enix. OOCs are notoriously mine.