Ron
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything except the plot, which I am VERY proud to own, because it shows that I am extremely and utterly insane. But you obviously know that I do not own these characters, or you would not know anything about Harry Potter, meaning there would be no reason to for you to read this, as you would not understand this.

A/N: Ron. Simply Ron. I can't say it any other way.

The whistle sounded as Harry landed delicately on the ground, the snitch held tightly in his hand. A cheer went through the crowd where the Gryffindors sat. The Hufflepuffs sent an angry murmur around, but eventually congratulated the Gryffindors. This year's new Hufflepuff captain had a grim personality. Quite a change from the cheerful, oh- well- it's- just- a- game Cedric. I watched him head toward Harry and shake his hand gruffly.
"Good job, Harry!" I yelled to him over the yells from the Gryffindors while I watched the captains shake hands.
"Thanks, Ron! You too!" he replied.
We walked up to the common room to change out of our Quidditch robes.
"Ron, did I ever tell you that your a 1,000 times better keeper than Wood?" Hermione asked, grinning as they came down the stairs to more "Congratulations!" and "We did it!"s from the Gryffindors.
"Yes, but I still say we had a better team last year, when Fred and George were still coming here," I replied grinning back. "And just so you know, you're the best chaser we've seen for years!"
Dean and Seamus followed us down the stairs and were greeted by more applause. This was their first (and, obviously, last) year as beaters.
"Harry! Good job!" Collin and Dennis Creevey chorused from a large armchair.
Harry, Hermione, and I escaped the crowd of fans (ahh, how wonderful to be able to call people "fans") to get some fresh air. This year had been a wonderful Quidditch year. Last year had been fine, but this year Hermione was playing with Harry and I, too. I smiled blissfully as I walked with my best friends to the tree by the lake to relax after a long game. We'd won! That made it a perfect score against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and we'd soon find out about Slytherin. Harry was still the star of the team, but oh, well. I'd just have to live with it. I'd gotten quite used to it since my fourth year. Well, in fifth year we didn't fight at all, but it still bothered me.
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The next day, I felt awful. I was bored, tired, ignored, and just plain bothered. Harry suggested I go try to find Ginny. (Which always cheered me up, what with her being in Ravenclaw.) So, I did. I bumped into her (yes, literally) while running down a hall trying to find her. It turned out, she was trying to find me.
"Ron, good job on the Quidditch match!" the sixth year congratulated me happily. "I was so mad at the Hufflepuffs for beating us. That makes us the worst Quidditch team this year. I'm sure you'll win. I'm sure glad Har- er- you beat Hufflepuff."
"Thanks, Ginny," I replied gloomily.
"Something wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"Well, it's just..."
"Go on."
"Y'know. Last year."
She nodded understandingly. "I'm sure Gryffindor'll beat us next year, when it's my last year. I hope Slytherin doesn't beat you. That'd be a shame to end up like we did 4th year. Well, my fourth year, that is."
I nodded as she babbled. She was talking about the year Sytherin had beat us. Ginny was a fantastic Quidditch player. But she wasn't on the team. She had grown quite pretty. She was tall, thin- waisted, and her hair was sleek and elegant. Her robes twirled delicately around her when she walked.
"Ron, is there something else wrong?" she asked.
I was brought back to earth with a thud. "Um... well... yes, actually."
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me," she said in her sweet, low voice.
"No, it's okay. Really. See... It's Hermione."
She nodded, showing that "I know" smile that girls often get when it comes to this sort of thing.
"Well, she... She hasn't been acting herself lately," I finished lamely.
"Really? It seems like she's acting the same to me," Ginny replied, still smirking.
"I know it seems like that... but she hasn't been studying very hard, or helping people with their homework. It doesn't seem like she's trying. She hasn't been to the library in weeks. She's caught up in Quidditch, and playing practical jokes, and being... well... non- Hermish. I don't know what's wrong," I cried out.
Ginny nodded sympathetically. "How much?"
"Is a galleon okay? I'm kinda broke."
"No, no. You know I don't do that anymore. I mean, how much of a difference is it? She's my friend too, I'm willing to work for free."
"Oh. Thanks. She isn't acting at all like herself," I replied.
"Thank you. We'll discuss what I've found out at dinner?"
"Sure."
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"So she'll talk to us at dinner..."
"Wrong! She'll talk to *me* at dinner," I responded, glaring at Harry.
"Sorry! So I made a mistake," he snapped back.
"Harry, let's not start a fight again."
"I guess you're right."
"Hey, guys," Hermione walked up behind us and rang out her voice melodically.
"Hi, Herm. What's up?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, really. I'm bored. Do you want to play chess, Ron?" she said, turning to me.
"Why don't you get that report done?" I asked thinking *Please, Hermione. Be normal.*
"No, that can wait. So do you want to play, or what?'
I sighed. "Okay, sure. You'll be okay, Harry?"
"Sure. I have to help Dean with not hitting Draco with his club, anyway. Seeya later!" he sighed.
After we were in the common room ready to play, I had an idea. "Hey, Herm."
"Hmm?"
"I forgot, I'm supposed to- er- talk to Professor McGonagall about my class schedule. But, I'm sure Ginny would like to play?" I asked, knowing Ginny would ba able to detect clues easier than me.
"Well, I suppose. But where would we play?" she asked, surprised.
"I don't mind if you take it outside," I responded a little too quickly, desperate to find out why she was acting so strange.
"Well, okay. I'll go find her."
"Thank you!" I practically screamed with relief.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you need your schedule?" she asked, holding up the first schedule of mine that she had not color- coded.
"Oh, yeah. Hehe. Bye!" I said, grabbing the schedule.
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After hanging out with Harry for an hour, we realized it was dinner time. When we got there, I found Ginny's bright head almost immediately in the crowd.
"So, how did the chess game go?" I asked.
"Great! C'mon outside," she replied secretively.
We walked out the doors and sat on a step.
"Okay, well, we when we were playing, she brought up something interesting she'd learned in Transfiguration. I used that to say, 'I just love studying for Transfiguration! Don't you?' And she said, oh you're going to love this, 'Well, I do, but Ron told me it was annoying that I was always studying and never relaxing. I guess he must have felt like I was neglecting him and Harry. So, I relaxed. And now, I know what fun is like. To tell the truth, I really do prefer studying.' She just kinda laughed it off and we kept playing."
I sat, stunned. I *had* said that to her, hadn't I? "Thanks, Ginny," I said. "I can take it from there."
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We walked back into the room quietly. Ginny sat down next to Terry Boot at the Ravenclaw table, and I sat down next to Hermione.
"Hey, Herm, can I talk to you?"
"Sure, Ron," she answered quietly.
When we were outside she said, "Ginny told you, didn't she?"
I nodded.
"I told her not to tell you. I knew you wouldn't like to hear about Harry. I'm sure he didn't mean it, Ron. Don't worry," she said compassionately.
She walked back into the hall. Now I had something else on my mind. What had Harry said? I'd have to find out before I confronted Hermione about what I'd said earlier.
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"Harry."
"Yes?" he replied meekly.
"I think you're in trouble."
"I could probably guess that from the look you're giving me," he said, trying to be funny to break the ice. I was not amused.
"What did you say to Hermione?" I asked coldly.
"Nothing," he lied.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME?" I raged through gritted teeth.
"If you don't know, I can't tell you," he answered smugly.
"Harry, I MEAN it," I said, over- expressing the warning tones.
"I can't!" he screamed back, and ran out of the common room dodging any fist that might be heading in his direction.
"That does it," I muttered.
I left the room to find Ginny.
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A/N: What will happen next? Find out soon! Next time:
will Ginny confess to Ron what Hermione said Harry said?
will Ron confess what Ginny told him to Hermione?
will Harry and Ron be mad at each other for life?
Finis