A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club February

Character Appreciation: 9- Would that mean we have to snuggle?"

Word Count: 709

"That's it! Weasley, Greengrass, detention!" Professor Snape bellowed. The class tried their hardest not to laugh at seeing Professor Snape's black robes now a vivid pink. The two students in question, Ron Weasley and Daphne Greengrass were both fighting back giggles.

"Yes, sir," Daphne finally managed to choke out. Ron only nodded. Professor Snape glared at them, but returned to the front of the room and tried to control the chaos. He only had to glare the class of fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins to restore something that resembled order.

"That was bloody brilliant, Daphne," Ron whispered once Professor Snape was no longer paying attention to them.

"It was an accident. I missed a line on the directions. The words... kind have a way of getting tangled some times," Daphne admitted with a shrug. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble. I'm also sorry Professor Snape put Harry with Millicent today."

"Don't apologize! That was brilliant and I think, Professor Snape in pink robes is going to be one of my best memories. And what do you mean the words get tangled? Like you see the letters all jumbled up? And sometimes, they're backwards, or you think it's ancient runes and not English?"

"Exactly! Wait, how did you know that?"

"Because I'm the same way!" Ron announced, as the class ended.

"Really? But you always seem to be able to figure it out."

"Hermione taught me a few Muggle tricks. Apparently it's something called 'dyslexia', and even Muggles can have it!"

"No one can know, I mean, could imagine everyone finding out I'm not, you know, perfect? I'm a pure-blood," Daphne whispered. Ron nodded. He'd heard about families that had disowned, even killed, witches and wizards who were thought to be inferior. He had always considered himself lucky his family didn't care about that sort of nonsense.

"I know! We can claim I'm helping you study."

"No one would believe that, not unless you managed to convince Granger to pretend to help us."

"Good point, um, what about if we were dating? Then everyone would expect us to do things together? I'm not really your type, though," Ron said, frowning.

"What's that supposed to me? What's my type?"

"Rich, pure-blooded," Ron answered.

"You're one of those things, and I don't care about the rich thing, honestly. If I did decide to date someone not rich, I've got enough wealth for both of us. I think, yes, that dating would be a perfect cover for you to help me make the words less... confusing."

"Would that mean we have to snuggle at some point?" Ron asked. Daphne laughed.

"We'll see, we should probably hold hands or something at the moment, you know, so everyone can see we're together? You're not seeing anyone are you? I don't want to deal with a jealous girlfriend."

"No, no, I'm not seeing anyone. Are you?"

"Nope, completely single. Here, let me hold your hand," Daphne stated, grabbing Ron's hand. They walked through the hallway, getting a few curious double takes. Daphne smiled watching the confusion on some people's faces.

"You know, I always thought you were cold, the Ice Queen of Slytherin, isn't that your nickname?"

"Not one I wanted. I just, never let anyone get close. They might realize about the words, and I can't allow that to happen, but you already know," Daphne replied, giving Ron a smile. "I think our next act should be studying together in the library, then maybe coffees at Hogsmeade this weekend. You are going, right?"

"Of course! Want to come to Honeydukes with me? I need to pick up some chocolate frogs."

"I'd love to. I still need a Salazar card. I'll see you in the library after lunch?"

"Sounds good. I'll see you then," Ron said, watching Daphne join the rest of her house in heading towards Charms. He couldn't help but smile. First, she had turned Snape's robes pink. Second, she was just like him, and third, he was going to Hogsmeade with her. A small part of him wondered if maybe after he'd helped her with dyslexia if she would no longer need him. Would she leave him? Or, he really hoped that maybe, this dating could become something real, something more.