I don't own the story or the characters of Harry Potter, this work is entirely fan-made. The rights to everything Harry Potter belong to J.K Rowling. I also have no beta or proof-reader (at least not a human one) so expect some mistakes from time to time.
For the reviewer 'D.J. Scales': to answer the question, I would need to know why you are asking. If you don't know why Ron is in Slytherin in this particular story, go back and read the first two stories in the series. If you have read them and are just curious: then I can't truly give you any answer other than I simply don't think Ron fits into Gryffindor (or at least as well as he fits into Slytherin) and so I did what I thought would fit best for my narrative. That or I was just on a long string of Ron-bashing fics and was into the trope at the time.
Hermione and Zoe, excited for a new opportunity to learn and gain a deeper understanding of magic were on the sixth floor of the castle, nearing the seventh to get to the tallest classroom that wasn't technically the astronomy tower for their second lesson of divination. Their first lesson had been a very boring and uninformative history of divination, explaining the gift of seer's sight. Hermione, despite her enthusiasm for learning, was not enjoying the class so far and from the blank and tired looks of some the others waiting outside the trapdoor to the classroom, neither were most of the other students. The only people who seemed to be enjoying the drawl of Professor Trelawney were Lavender Brown, a blonde girl who worked with her partner in crime, Parvati Patil to gather gossip and distribute it all across the school and Ernie Macmillan, who seemed oddly awake at the most boring parts of the lesson. In Zoe's not-so-professional opinion, the woman teaching the class was not a gifted seer, but a woman whose lineage spoke instead of her skills. Her grandmother was a professional seer, crafting many prophecies in her time, but seemingly leaving her descendants with no skills, keeping them to herself. Hermione was still entranced by the subject, knowing the future, or possible futures, but the material was said to be nothing more than a bunch of leaves and some crystal balls, at least for the third-year students. The fourth-years were much luckier, they could know how to "read the movement of the planets, fascinating!" Hermione had exclaimed, unamused by the subject in the slightest. The trap door to the classroom opened inwards and students started to climb the ladder. "Time to 'see our futures' Hermione said with no particular enthusiasm.
Harry, Hermione and Zoe enjoyed arithmancy, more than they expected, given that it was using maths to understand magic. The complexities of it were a nice, new challenge for them and at the end of the lesson, each of them had been thoroughly tested. Meeting up with Neville at lunch was odd, as he was asking more questions about muggles than he normally would. "What is the electricity used in the kitchen? The Professor said that we need to research its known uses in muggle homes. Trouble is, if I did every device as you've said before, it would be a hundred-foot essay or longer! I don't think that teacher has ever actually seen a muggle that she wasn't buying something from. She acts as if they aren't human and even said that they are 'dangerous'. Like anything the muggles do could best magic." Hermione dropped her fork and looked at him with an incredulous expression. "Ever heard of Hiroshima, Pearl Harbour, the World War 2 bombing raids over London? Those couldn't have been stopped with magic, they have so much power and energy, I doubt even the combined might of Dumbledore, Merlin and the Founders could have prevented them. Maybe the Bombing raids, but certainly not an atomic bomb, or military espionage." Harry and Zoe shared looks of shock as Hermione panted from her rapid explanation. "Woah, Hermione, calm down, come on," Harry said, rubbing her back and trying to relieve her stress. She apologised quickly to Neville and stayed silent for the rest of the meal. "You two go down to Hagrid's, we'll be there in a second." Harry pulled his girlfriend aside as they exited the hall. "Are you seriously alright? Please, don't shut me out, Hermione. I love you, I don't want to see you stressed out and getting angry all the time. Tell me what's going on." She curled into him and kissed him, having to reach higher than normal, as he was on the steps. "I love you too. I- I'm just a little tired and stressed is all. I'm fine." She waved it off and grabbed his hand, making him follow her down to Hagrid's lesson. 'She isn't telling me the truth.' He thought.
On the walk down to Hagrid's hut, the four Gryffindors discussed the Divination lessons and how right Harry was about them, to begin with. "I'm just saying, I knew those lessons would be boring, I just never assumed that you might have someone's death predicted. I, on the other hand, spent the free period with Luna Lovegood. Her housemates and most of the school have been quite unkind to her, so I thought I would help her look for her shoes. She's quite fascinating actually. I'm sure if you two could see how nice she is past the admittedly weird exterior, you would like her more." Hermione glared at him and shot Zoe a puzzled look. She was feeling something that had never been held in her heart before: jealousy. 'Jealous, of Luna Lovegood?! Me? Absurd.' Hermione thought although it didn't stop the small flicker of rage from bubbling to the surface. "She can't be that interesting. All of the creatures are made up, no proof of their existence." She blurted out, sounding more hurtful than she meant it to be. Harry was shocked, as were Zoe and Neville, who had stopped walking and stared at her. "Okay! Merlin, Hermione. If I thought less of you, I would think you're slightly jealous. As it is, I don't think less of you. And I love you. So don't worry, no one will take me from you." He gave her a chaste kiss and picked up her bag. "Come on, we have to get to Hagrid's quickly now." Hermione smiled again and blinked a tear from her eye. Jealousy rage averted.
"Come on then. Gather 'round you lot. Today, we're going to be learning about Unicorns." Most of the male contingent groaned, including Harry and Ron, who mirrored each other's looks of scepticism. "Yeh need to get used to the creatures. Very important breed, can anyone tell me why?" A couple of hands went up, and Hagrid pointed at Daphne Greengrass. "They are among other things, guardians of their habitats. They generally don't interact with humans, but when they do, they are more partial towards girls than guys. Their reaction over there," she pointed at Harry and Ron, who held up their hands innocently "could be one of the factors." Hagrid gave a slight chuckle and nodded. "Ten points to Slytherin, well done, Miss..?" he trailed off, unsure of Daphne's name. "Daphne Greengrass Professor." After Hermione answered the follow-up question about magical properties, Hagrid gave some good news. "Righ' so… yeh can't ride 'em, but yeh can go carefully up to 'em and stroke the mane. Some folks 'ell tell yeh that the hair in the mane works as well for wand cores, but that isn't correct. The foals'll have their tail hair when they're born, but the mane has to grow in, and so it can't be constantly there. There yeh go, thas right, not too 'ard now, they'll get spooked easily." Hagrid finished helping answer some questions that the girls had as the majority of the boys held back and sat on the stones, observing from a distance. "Tell you what, I'll never bloody understand the girl's fascination with 'cute things'." Harry nodded along. "There's something we can agree on, Weasley." Hagrid marched over to Harry with lumbering steps, unhindered by a cloak like the other Professors. "Well, 'ow am I doin' for me first lesson with yeh?" He asked excitedly. He was torn. He liked Hagrid and respected him, and to a point, understood his fascination with rare and potentially dangerous creatures, but he did not currently enjoy watching this, then again, all of the other boys would say the same. "Uh, it's great, really… informative and interesting. So what do you think you will have us see next lesson?" He asked hopefully. Hagrid shook his head. "Well, if I'm bein' honest, this was mean' to be a treat for you all. So I wasn't plannin' on going past Fire Salamanders this year. But if yer lucky, I might be able to show yeh all a Hippogriff by Christmas. Don't go tellin' nobody abou' tha'." Harry nodded as his interest in the subject came back at the mention of Hippogriffs.
"I still can't believe that fraud is sanctioned to work at this school. It is a complete joke of a subject, and she can't even teach anyone if they don't have 'the sight'!" Hermione vented as they again found themselves stood outside the trapdoor to the divination room. A dreamy and distant voice came floating down from above, prompting the class to ascend the ladder to the next hour of death predictions and sleeping brains. "Today, children, we shall be casting our minds and our souls into the future!" She breathed as half of the class rolled their eyes. As they begrudgingly climbed the ladder to the Divination loft again. Hermione and Zoe's noses were assaulted with the heavy smell of herbal tea. "Great, leaf reading again. How fun and informative." Hermione's tone said what she was really thinking: 'Why do we have to use stupid tea leaves to try to predict the future when that future won't matter once we've seen it'. Most of the common room and the girl's dormitory had heard all about the fraudulent Professor and her love of weird smells from Hermione when she ranted. The aromas could be described as enticing to some but to the two Gryffindors it was merely the signal for an hour of nonsense and sleep, not to mention hearing Parvati and Lavender gush over the Professor's 'skills'. The tables were lined with blue teacups; she had explained before that she was far more attached to the somehow easier-to-break pink cups, though she could never 'foresee' the reason. "Gather around your tables students- come, come. You must drink this cup of tea before your minds wander to the future, or else, they may not come back." She had raised her voice on the last word and Ernie, followed quickly by Susan dropped their cups, startled by her jumpy tone. "Oh, it's alright, happens all of the time. Er- Mr MacMillan, please bring two cups back to your table, I foresee that you will break another before the end of the lesson." He mumbled an apology and brought two blue cups back to his seat with him. "If you would all drink up, that's it, nice and steady, let your mind unfog."
Zoe was nearly dosing off by the time Professor Trelawney had come around to her shared table with Hermione and Hannah, though, the nudge in the ribs from Hannah was enough to bring her out of the tired state for a moment. "Uh, what- oh, oh yeah. Hannah's cup has a sort-of weirdly shaped mushroom, I think. That's also a… an owl, maybe. So you'll… have a long and healthy 8 months and be used to carry a message- no messenger." She nodded along with Professor Trelawney, to look vaguely interested if nothing else. "Oh, that's a load of rubbish! You can't tell how your future will be from tea leaves, not even magical ones. Look, let me see mine." Hermione grabbed her cup from Hannah and looked at the dregs and leaves left behind from their drink. "There, all mine says is that I have a very close relationship… with a… murderer- a- and I will live a long life with many trials. See, nothing concrete there. I know that being a muggle-born is harder than being a pureblood or half-blood, but that doesn't matter, since I knew that already. And the murderer thing is about as close to being true as me going to live in a Death Eater encampment with Voldemort." The class gasped and Trelawney docked 10 points from Hermione for using the Dark Lord's name. "Oh, for goodness sake! Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself, so stop being so dramatic over the name of a dead person!" Hermione stormed from the classroom only to have Zoe follow her a moment later. Professor Trelawney gazed confusedly at the rest of the class. "Did I say something wrong?" She peered at the room from behind her round glasses and eyed the rest of the students. Dean, Seamus and Zacharias all burst into howls of laughter as the Divination teacher stood at the nearly vacant table with a look of pure confusion.
If it wasn't implied well enough, Hermione will not be attending any more Divination lessons. So it isn't likely that we will see much more of it, past the second prophecy. I am not totally sure if the Unicorn facts were 100% true from the HP universe, so I probably just made stuff up to fill the gaps. Also, a bit of sneaky similarity between Harry and Ron there. Just saying ;)