Third Person P.O.V:
Ron couldn't believe it as he made his way back to the Gryffindor tower on Friday evening. McGonagall had asked to speak to him after Isabella Potter had accused him of bullying her when all he had done was question how she knew the answers to questions when she had grown up with muggles and only had two weeks before the start of term to read all of her books. He didn't see why he was the one to have five points taken away from Gryffindor when Isabella had started a food fight amongst the whole school, leading everyone to be late to their afternoon classes.
"What happened?" Hermione asked as Ron sat down next to her and Harry in a quiet corner of Gryffindor tower.
"McGonagall took five points from Gryffindor and I have to help Madam Pomfrey clean the bed pans in the hospital wing every evening next week after dinner." Ron said, glaring at no one in particular. "I also have to apologise to Isabella."
"Why?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Because Flitwick told McGonagall that he had been told that I was mean to Isabella." Ron said, making Harry glare at him.
"You were mean to my sister. Just because she answered some questions correct in potions. That's not the only time you were mean to Bella, either. You were mean to Bella during the last two weeks of the summer when I wanted to spend time with her and you didn't like it." Harry said, shocking Hermione as he stood up and started to pack his things away so he could go to Hagrid's. "I'm going to Hagrid's."
Bella's P.O.V:
It was Sunday and Bella was in the school library with Draco, Blaise, and Theo. For Bella and her friends, the weekend after the food fight they had started with the quidditch team had passed by quickly in a haze of homework and eating the sweets that Bella's adoptive parents had sent her.
"This is boring." Theo said, glaring at his Transfiguration homework as Bella returned to sit at the table the two first years were occupying with Draco and Blaise. "Why do we need to know the importance of transfiguring matches into needles?"
"Because what if we need to repair a sock or a t-shirt and we don't have any needles, but are lucky enough to have a match, we can transfigure that match into a needle, summon some string and repair said shirt or sock. A repairing spell doesn't work for everything." Bella said, rolling her eyes.
"I seriously don't get how you've written three foot essays for both Herbology and Transfiguration and almost four foot essays for both Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts and you've completed the worksheet for Astronomy as well as read the chapter on that simple boil cure we made in potions as well learning to control your metamorphmagus abilities before and after lessons. And now your reading a large book on Charms." Blaise said, glancing around the library and seeing a few fifth, sixth and seventh years from different houses scattered around. "Are you sure you shouldn't be in Ravenclaw?"
"I'm too cunning and ambitious." Bella said, rolling her eyes as Draco tried to look at the book she was reading. "And this book is just for a bit of light reading."
"That's light reading? Tales of Beadle the Bard is light reading. Quidditch through the Ages is light reading." Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"Bought it when I went to Diagon Alley and read it in an hour." Bella shrugged. "Same with Quidditch Through the Ages. And don't question my reading. I'd like to see you read. I honestly don't think I've seen you read anything other than the specified chapter for each piece of homework we've got. You didn't even do your History of Magic homework until this morning, simply because we have History of Magic on Tuesday morning."
"Damn, she got you good." Adrian Pucey said, appearing behind Bella. "Even if she does have crazily bright hair."
"Don't hate the hair." Bella said, turning to glare at Adrian.
"Seriously? Bright emerald green and bright silver hair? I mean I love that you've got Slytherin colours, but I'm starting to miss the bright hot pink hair." Adrian said, smirking.
"Well, everyone has to see your stupid face first thing in the morning and you don't hear anyone complaining about that, do you?" Bella questioned, smirking when Blaise, Theo and Draco laughed as she packed up her History of Magic homework. "I've finished so I'm going back to the common room and that means you boys are stuck without any help unless Adrian decides he's gonna stop complaining about my hair long enough to help you figure out the different dates of goblin rebellions."
"Damn." Bella heard Draco mumble under his breath as she walked towards Madam Pince to check out Charms of Defence and Deterrence and gaining a shocked look from the librarian in the process.
"Oomf." Bella mumbled, stumbling into someone. Looking up she saw her twin brother and his friends. "Great. Just what I wanted."
"What are you doing here?" Ron demanded, glaring around the courtyard that Bella was using to get closer to the dungeons. "Aren't you supposed to be in your dungeon?"
"Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, Mr Potter." A sharp voice Bella recognised as belonging to Professor McGonagall snapped.
"Miss Potter." The drawling voice of Severus Snape resonated through the courtyard.
"She started it." Ron said, earning a glare from Bella as her hair turned a bright vivid red.
"We saw the whole thing Professor's." A boy Bella knew to be Marcus Flint said walking up to where Bella stood along with two other boys she knew to be Cassius Warrington and Graham Montague.
"The youngest Weasley deliberately made sure Harry walked into his own sister. The very same sister he hasn't seen in almost a decade." Montague said, grinning when Bella's hair turned emerald green and silver.
"Five points taken from each of you for attacking a member of my house." Snape said. "And detention for you Mr Weasley. My office seven P.M. bring your dragon hide gloves you'll be cleaning the cauldrons sixth year students use."
"What? You can't do that." Ron said, glaring at Snape.
"He can Mr Weasley." McGonagall said. "I saw you deliberately steer Mr Potter into walking into his sister. Be thankful I didn't remove any extra points from Gryffindor."
"Mr Flint, Mr Warrington, and Mr Montague, make sure Isabella gets to your common room unscathed." Snape said firmly.
"Don't call me Isabella." Bella growled out, her hair turning a bright vivid red again before returning to bright emerald green and silver as she followed Marcus, Warrington and Montague towards the Slytherin common room.
Harry's P.O.V:
"Ron it's your own fault." Hermione said exasperatedly. "You made sure we walked into Bella when we saw her in the courtyard. You made sure Bella was on her own when we did. But you didn't expect both our head of house and Bella's head of house, along with three Slytherin's, to be there. You've only got yourself to blame for each of us getting five points taken from Gryffindor and you getting detention."
"I didn't mean to get Slytherin in the lead with the most house points. I just wanted Isabella to be knocked down a few pegs." Ron said.
"And that's your problem Ron." Fred said as he and George walked up to the three first years before Hermione walked away and into the girls dormitory.
"You just wanted Harry as a friend so badly that you didn't take into consideration how Bella would feel. They are twins. Twins that were separated at only a year old. They hadn't seen each other in a decade. And just because she got placed into Slytherin you hate her even more than you did during the summer because she wanted to spend time with her brother and you wanted Harry's attention to be on you." George said, rolling his eyes at his brother.
"But…" Ron said and cutting himself off as Fred and George glared at him.
"No. We don't want to hear it. Bella Potter is an amazing first year. You don't want to know anything about her because you want to be friends with Harry and don't seem to care who you have to shove out of your way to get that friendship." Fred said as he and George turned and walked away.
A/N:
Sorry it took so long to update. I know it's not an excuse but I had a cold, which I am finally getting over, and writers blocker so I'm not completely hundred percent happy about it but I really wanted to to what was going on in Ron's minds and even with a cold this just spewed out.