Gemma Farley
Ron was strolling through the corridors of Hogwarts trying to find his soon-to-be former best mate, Harry Potter. The first task of the Triwizard Tournament ended a couple days ago and Ron decided that this was the right moment to make amends with Harry despite him passing the raven-haired boy off as a cheater and attention seeker for almost four weeks. Right by the courtyard within a glass-less window, Ron spotted a goblet full of butterbeer (since the smell of the tasty beverage reached his nose). So the youngest Weasley boy walked up to the goblet and drank the whole thing in seconds. After setting it down, Ron walked away and continued strolling down the corridors. It was only thirty seconds later when Ron felt tired, unaware that the butterbeer was spiked with a powerful sleeping draught and two mysterious potions. The sleeping draught kicked in and Ron fell over backwards as the dreamless sleep overtook him.
/Ron's dream\
After half an hour, the sleeping draught ended it's effects and the mysterious potions began theirs as Ron was in his own slumber. That was when Ron found himself heading off to his transfiguration lesson and strangely, he spotted the Beauxbatons champion walking up to him with a smile on her face. Ron smiled back as his heartbeat went up some just before Fleur planted a kiss on his lips, right in front of the many passersby. There were alot of ecstatic cheers as Ron kissed Fleur back with everything he had, with Ron even giving Fleur's arse a few good pats.
"That was wonderful, Ron!" Fleur praised him with a smile. "I especially loved you patting my arse, I never knew you were skilled in that."
"Anything to make you happy, my love!" Ron replied.
Then they headed off to Transfiguration while holding hands. Along the way, they both spotted Harry and Ginny close by approaching them while they were holding hands. Harry and Ginny were very happy and they planted a kiss on each others' lips. Ginny even put one of her hands under his shirt and started rubbing his stomach, just as Harry placed his hands on her arse and gave them some good squeezes, resulting in more cheers in that everyone saw that Harry realized that he and Ginny were destined for each other.
"It took you long enough, mate!" Ron remarked to Harry.
"I don't know why," said Harry. "I just didn't realize that Ginny was a great girl. I just needed some time to get to know her and think things over."
Ron gave Fleur a good smack to her arse, with Harry doing the same for Ginny, causing both girls to giggle. Then they all headed for Transfiguration, with Professor McGonagall smiling in approval in Ron's relationship with Fleur and Harry's relationship with Ginny. Ron spotted a desk long enough for three students near the back where the classroom door was, and sat down at that one with Fleur taking a seat to his left and Hermione quickly joining them in taking the empty seat to Ron's right. Ron was even slacking off as usual and Hermione was happily giving him all the answers to the questions on his assignment. Ron had no idea that his school uniform quickly disappeared. When Professor McGonagall strolled by to check on the students, she spotted Ron and eyed him in disgust.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" shouted the deputy headmistress. "YOU STAND UP AND WALK TOWARDS THE MIDDLE OF THE CLASSROOM THIS INSTANT!"
Ron jumped in shock to hear his head of house shouting at him while referring to him by his full name, something his mother would do anytime he misbehaved. He had no choice but to walk towards the middle of the classroom, where everyone saw that he was now in a white short-sleeve t-shirt and in a pair of tighty-whities while barefoot. Ron tried covering himself with his arms, but that didn't do any good as all of the students in the classroom started laughing and pointing at him.
"GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM, MR. WEASLEY!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK!"
Ron made a mad dash out of the classroom and tried making a beeline for Gryffindor Tower, only to find that his t-shirt disappeared and leaving him in only his tighty-whities. No matter which way he turned, he came across more students pointing and laughing at him. Then he ran into Professor Snape, who had the angriest glare he could muster up.
"That's five-thousand points from Gryffindor, Weasley!" growled the potions master. "You're so despicable to be committing indecent exposure."
Ron turned around to run away, but the laughing and pointing students managed to catch up to him to keep at it. Even Harry, Hermione, Fleur, and Ginny were joining in on the laughing and pointing. Then Draco Malfoy thrust a Daily Prophet article in his face, with Ron reading it and finding out that the article was about him being the most hated person in the wizarding world without any supporters. Even Ron's parents showed up and publicly disowned him for being despicable. Ron had to endure more laughing and pointing students, who kept at it no matter how many times Ron begged for them to stop, until...
/End of Ron's dream, and back to reality\
Ron gasped as he jolted awake, breathing heavily and found himself having been soaked in sweat. He had been moved into an empty classroom and was lying in a hammock. Ron was still sleepy that he didn't realize that Harry was close by, with a woman who had shoulder-length honey-brown hair in an elegant bun and turquoise-blue eyes. She was wearing a long-sleeve sea-green t-shirt, black trousers, and black shoes. As soon as Ron was now fully awake, he saw the woman and vaguely recognized her but couldn't put his finger on it as to where he saw her before. Harry and the woman had been documenting something, then Harry called for Dobby and whispered some instructions for him upon being handed the document Harry was writing. Once Dobby apparated away, Harry and the woman folded their arms across their chests and glared at Ron once the redhead sat up.
"Harry, mate," Ron responded, wheezing in between several words. "I just had this strangest dream that turned into some kind of nightmare where I was hated by everyone and no one would support me in any way possible. How did I get that kind of dream?"
"That butterbeer you drank," Harry informed his former best mate. "It was laced with sleeping draught to put you in that dreamless sleep. It was also spiked with a new kind of potion that would start your dreams off as good ones before turning into nightmares, once the dreamless sleep ended and you slipped into your own sleep. The butterbeer also had been spiked with a sleep-talking potion, where the person having dreams would be talking about their dreams and nightmares, and even speaking for the people who appeared in the dreams."
"Honestly," the woman told Ron in an incredulous voice. "Don't you know better than to drink a goblet of butterbeer that's been randomly placed somewhere in this castle?"
"Who are you?" asked Ron.
"Gemma Farley," the woman told Ron. "I was a Slytherin prefect when you and Harry started Hogwarts. Last year I became head girl and remained so until I graduated."
"Harry, how could you interact with a snake?" asked Ron in outrage. "Don't you know that they're evil, given their cunning tendencies?"
"Not all Slytherins are like Malfoy and his kind," snapped Harry. "I remember during the Chamber of Secrets fiasco when Hermione turned up petrified, alongside Penelope Clearwater, that you even asked if the teachers realized that all the Slytherins were safe and that they should be expelled the school while claiming the basilisk was coming from them. You were denouncing all Slytherins as evil."
"What you were doing was stereotyping, Weasley!" Gemma snapped. "Saying that all Slytherins are evil is equivalent to saying that all Gryffindors are good. I'm sure there are Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws who go bad. It's the choices one makes that determines who they are, not their abilities or the house they end up in."
"When did you meet Harry?" asked Ron.
"On the first Hogsmeade weekend," stated Gemma. "When he lacked permission to visit the village. It was natural for Harry to think I was out to get him, given his countless times he's encountered Malfoy and his kind. When I gave Harry the magical and life oath that I wasn't out to harm him, he eased up and apologized for that. When I had to leave him for a little bit to resume my prefect duties, I went to Honeydukes to get him some sweets to help him feel better. It's strange that you and Miss Granger, who were supposed to be Harry's best friends, didn't even think to get him any sweets while you were at Hogsmeade."
"Harry didn't ask for anything." said Ron.
"You still could've helped to make him feel better," said Gemma in a stern voice. "For all Harry and I knew, you and Miss Granger were having the time of your lives as if to indirectly rub it in his face. It was like you two didn't care about Harry having a target painted on the back of his head."
"You and Hermione turned out to be total jerks," Harry told his former best mate. "I've seen how much of a hypocrite she is. When she was petrified by that basilisk, it made her an asshole victim. Not just that, but the Chamber of Secrets fiasco was actually your sister's fault because she wanted the Boy-Who-Lived to reciprocate her affections. I knew she set me up to rescue her by deliberately making herself to be the damsel-in-distress."
"She said that she was possessed by that thing of Riddle's," said Ron. "She even told mum that she didn't know. Plus, you even said that Malfoy's father slipped the diary into Ginny's cauldron during Lockhart's book signing."
"It was still her decision to write in the diary and listen to it's so-called instructions on winning her hero's affections," snapped Harry. "I've known from the time I met you and your family that Ginny is a spoiled brat, since she went crazy when she found out I was the Boy-Who-Lived and she kept whining and demanding to gawk at me like a zoo animal. She did the same thing again when we walked off the train after our first year ended. After that, Ginny would just be overly nice to me in behaving like an angel whenever I was around. Ginny was the real culprit behind the attacks on the muggle-borns since she set that basilisk loose several times. When I had a hold of the diary, the attacks stopped. Then they flared back up once Ginny stole the diary back despite having tossed it away in a girls' lavatory where it could've ended up in the hands of a real innocent student. When she was finally caught, she had the bloody gall to play the victim by claiming that she didn't know while, at the same time, openly voicing her concerns about being expelled instead of being concerned for the victims she indirectly petrified. Ginny was guilty of reckless endangerment and multiple counts of attempted first-degree murder because she waited until Halloween to make her move. If you were expecting me to eventually notice and start dating your sister, that plan just backfired. There's no way I would ever go out with Ginny, especially with her being the ultimate Boy-Who-Lived fangirl as well as a spoiled brat."
"What about when she defended your honour when Malfoy accused you of being an attention seeker during that fraud's book signing?" asked Ron.
"I can tell when someone is only sucking up to me," Harry snapped again. "If you remember when Lockhart dragged me into the spotlight against my will, I never recalled seeing you, Hermione, nor Ginny coming to my defence and telling the fraud off for dragging me in front of the bloody cameraman without my bloody consent. Your mother didn't even tell Lockhart off for that, she continued ogling him as if he was the best thing in the world and making it seem like he was better than your father. When you, Hermione, Ginny, and your mother were distracted by your father fighting Mr. Malfoy, I spotted Fred and George giving Lockhart something to drink. It made Lockhart having to run to the loo, with Fred and George whispering to me that they gave him some pumpkin juice laced with a laxative potion as their punishment for the fraud dragging me into the spotlight without asking me first."
"So that was why you, Fred and George were all giggly?" asked Ron.
"Yes," said Harry. "I even saw them trying to tell your mother about my relatives' treatment towards me, which she ignored. I eventually came clean to that with Gemma after we started spending time with each other whenever we could. During the summer we even exchanged letters before you, Fred, George, and your father came to pick me up from the Dursleys. For the rest of the year from the time we met until Gemma graduated, she's been helping me out with school assignments and teaching me the basics of the wizarding world, something you and Hermione failed to do despite supposedly being my best friends."
"Not only that, Weasley, but Harry turned out to be pretty decent with potions brewing despite Snape's claims," Gemma revealed. "Harry and I decided to teach you a lesson for you abandoning him in his time of need."
"Yes," Harry told Ron. "If you really wanted to make amends with me, the deadline was before the first task. I shouldn't have needed to tell you because the nature of the tournament should've been clear to you, but you allowed your jealousy to flare up. Neville is my best mate now, and he's been properly teaching me about the workings of our world after Gemma showed me the basics in the books explaining everything about our world. Neville was being the best mate I needed. Neville even informed me that he and I are godbrothers after he told me that his mother was named my godmother and my mother being named his godmother."
"Your sister has already been arrested for her crimes in the Chamber of Secrets fiasco," Gemma told Ron. "After I helped Harry in extracting the memories from him so I could take them to Amelia Bones. Due to that, Dumbledore had been arrested for it after it was revealed that he swept all of that under the rug. Now that Harry is no longer friends with Miss Granger, she's getting scorned for her know-it-all superior attitude and hypocrisy. She's learning the hard way that she's an outcast and no longer has Harry's fame to keep her protected from such. I'm not sure if your mother has been brought into ministry custody for questioning for having a part in spying on Harry for Dumbledore, but she's certainly a failure to be spoiling her only daughter rotten, as well as training you to cower beneath a woman who likes control."
"Like you were told just now," Harry informed Ron. "The butterbeer you drank was laced with sleeping draught, a new kind of potion that turns potentially good dreams into nightmares, and a sleep-talking potion. Gemma and I were inventing a potion that would make any dreams deemed good to turn into a nightmare and you were our chosen test subject for it as punishment for abandoning me and passing me off as an attention seeker. You were not only put into a dreamless sleep, but you experienced a dream that turned out good initially before a nightmare occurred, and the sleep-talking potion to make you talk about your dream-turned nightmare while asleep."
"How could you do that to me, your best mate?" asked Ron, as if he felt betrayed.
"You're not my best mate anymore, Ron," Harry informed him. "And you'll never earn my trust back, since you wouldn't have been able to do that should that dragon have killed me during the first task. It's too late now, Ron, now you must deal with the consequences. Now you'd better leave before you make this worse."
Ron quickly got out of the hammock and left the classroom that Harry and Gemma were occupying. He ran through the corridors while trying not to bump into other students, who were confused as to why Ron was all anxious. It wasn't too long after leaving the classroom when Ron crossed paths with Fleur. The youngest Weasley boy felt his limbs tremble with fear upon spotting the angry look. Ron could tell that Fleur was angry with him because she was gazing into his blue eyes with her bright-blue ones filled with anger. She raised her right hand and smacked Ron across the face pretty hard, leaving a red hand mark on the left side of his face.
"Shame you for dreaming about a relationship with me!" Fleur growled at Ron. "I've seen you staring and drooling at me, like most of the boys in this school. Harry even wrote a report for me detailing your dream about having a relationship with me and even touching and patting my bum. You even think of doing that and I'll make sure that you end up in the hospital wing. Now beat it!"
When Fleur gestured with a thumb to leave her sight, Ron immediately ran off while having to endure the other students taunting him for having a dream of violating Fleur. Back in the empty classroom, Harry and Gemma were finishing up on their dream-diverting potion testing and writing the results down on parchment. Then Gemma packed the notes into her satchel.
"How about a soak in a hot tub, Harry?" asked Gemma.
"I don't know," said Harry uncertainly. "I've never seen a lady in a swimsuit before."
"There's a first time for everything, Harry," said Gemma in a matter-of-fact voice. "You're not afraid to have an experience like that, are you?"
"No," said Harry with realization. "The sorting hat certainly didn't place me in Gryffindor for nothing."
With the decision final, Harry called for Dobby to take himself and Gemma somewhere where they could have a nice soak in a hot tub. Dobby brought them to the seventh floor in front of some kind of hidden entrance, with Dobby explaining that it led to the Room of Requirement and how people should walk in front of the entrance three times while thinking about their intentions. Harry tried that and the door appeared. Harry and Gemma walked in and found a hot tub that was swimming-pool sized and a couple changing rooms close by. Harry and Gemma walked into their separate changing rooms, where Harry came out in a pair of green swim shorts and Gemma came out in a forest-green bikini. Then the two walked down into the hot tub and found a seat before wrapping their arms around each other for some cuddle time. Now that Ron was dealt with, Harry was free from the redhead's negative influence, and hewas free to find friends and adults willing to be positive role models for him. For once, luck was working in Harry's favour.
The End!