First of all, I'd like to thank "Chiad," "Just Another Author," "Me", and
"Missi" for reviewing!!! I really appreciate the feedback. Sooo, I've
decided to make a few changes. One of the more obvious, is the rating.
"J.A.A" has pointed out that it's a bit rude for children. Very true. So,
now its rated "R". "Me" has let me know that it is a bit Americanized. and
I hadn't noticed it, but now I see it! It is, and that sux. So, I'm going
to make a REAL effort to "Brit it up" a bit. We'll see how well that goes.
Lol
A/N: I own nothing, except the crap.
Summary: Poor Ron! After a run-in with Malfoy, and a few disheartening words from Harry, (and an entire life of being disregarded and overlooked), Ron has made a sudden decision.
~*~
A moment of clarity hit Ron like a ton of bricks, and they all fell to his stomach. The rocking of the train nursed his ramblings into an idea, and suddenly everything was clear to him.
A change was in order.
His entire life, people have been overlooking him. Disregarding him as "just another Weasley". After all, he had made no real attempt to stand out from the rest of his redheaded family. He wasn't ambitious like Percy, or quick-witted like Fred and George; and Ginny, well, she was the only girl in the family besides mum. She didn't really need anything to stand out.
And what about his friends? They had all made names for themselves. Hermione was this genius witch, and Harry - well, Harry was the 'boy who lived.' He didn't even have to work at getting noticed; he was born with notoriety.
'What about me?' Ron thought. 'I'm just 'Hermione Granger's friend', and 'that Weasley boy who hangs out with Harry Potter. Why can't I be the one who stands out? Who gets noticed? Who actually has the ballocks to beat the seven shades of shit out of Malfoy.' A smile spread across Ron's weathered face. Not Ron's usual charming, good-natured smile, something new. Something terrible.
He had made a decision.
Thinking out loud, Ron whispered, "This year's going to be different. No more spineless Ron Weasley, no. No. Everyone who's ev'r yanked me around will get theirs, you can be dead cert 'bout that."
"Dead cert about wot?" Harry, Hermione and Ginny had just rounded the corner, a look of concern and relief on their faces. More concern than relief on Harry's.
Ron, surprised, looked up quickly, his natural smile returning to his face. "Dead cert that Malfoy is the biggest bloody wankstain that ever lived."
Everyone laughed in relief; Ron appeared to be all right. "Ron, you okay? I, err, we got scared when you didn't come back to the cabin." Hermione was shifting her weight, "We were worried that maybe Malfoy" "Had found me?" Hermione returned her gaze to Ron, who was looking less and less like himself. "Yeah."
"Don't worry about that, Mione. Malfoy's not going to be a problem this year."
"Since when is Malfoy not a problem?" Harry stated, his look grave.
"Since now." Ron replied calmly. "Rather, he won't be. Soon."
Harry chuckled, "You planning on killing him, Ron?"
"Maybe."
The silence was deafening. Neither Harry nor Hermione could think of what to say. They just stood there in dumb shock, staring at Ron. He was serious. It took another Weasley to call Ron's bluff.
"You're so full of it, Ron." Ginny was grinning.
Ron's head was racing again. Had he said too much? Maybe it's too soon to let them all in on this. Besides, he'd have more time to explain back at Hogwarts. Deciding to play along, Ron just laughed. "Gotcha."
Nervous laughter echoed throughout the back of the train as Hermione and Harry tried to catch their breath.
"Good one, Ron."
"Yeah, had us fooled there for a sec'."
Ginny gently pushed Ron on the shoulder, "I knew you were all mouth and no trousers."
"Yeah, guess you know me too well, Ginns." Ron ruffled her hair as Ginny ducked.
"Why is everyone doing that??"
Everyone laughed again, and this time it was genuine.
~*~
The train arrived at Hogwarts just as a storm was moving in. Ominous black clouds rolled in as streaks of lightning were visible just along the horizon. "Clouds moving in," said Harry, eyes to the sky. Hermione joined his gaze. "Still a ways off yet. Think it's going to rain?"
Ron spoke with a confidence Harry hadn't heard before. In fact, no one had. Not even Ron.
"Storm's comin'." Ron's eyes were cold. "Soon."
"Best take cover then, eh Ron?" Harry was shivering.
"Yes." Ron's gaze was distant. "Best."
A low rumbling echoed off the mountains as the four friends set off to find shelter.
A/N: I own nothing, except the crap.
Summary: Poor Ron! After a run-in with Malfoy, and a few disheartening words from Harry, (and an entire life of being disregarded and overlooked), Ron has made a sudden decision.
~*~
A moment of clarity hit Ron like a ton of bricks, and they all fell to his stomach. The rocking of the train nursed his ramblings into an idea, and suddenly everything was clear to him.
A change was in order.
His entire life, people have been overlooking him. Disregarding him as "just another Weasley". After all, he had made no real attempt to stand out from the rest of his redheaded family. He wasn't ambitious like Percy, or quick-witted like Fred and George; and Ginny, well, she was the only girl in the family besides mum. She didn't really need anything to stand out.
And what about his friends? They had all made names for themselves. Hermione was this genius witch, and Harry - well, Harry was the 'boy who lived.' He didn't even have to work at getting noticed; he was born with notoriety.
'What about me?' Ron thought. 'I'm just 'Hermione Granger's friend', and 'that Weasley boy who hangs out with Harry Potter. Why can't I be the one who stands out? Who gets noticed? Who actually has the ballocks to beat the seven shades of shit out of Malfoy.' A smile spread across Ron's weathered face. Not Ron's usual charming, good-natured smile, something new. Something terrible.
He had made a decision.
Thinking out loud, Ron whispered, "This year's going to be different. No more spineless Ron Weasley, no. No. Everyone who's ev'r yanked me around will get theirs, you can be dead cert 'bout that."
"Dead cert about wot?" Harry, Hermione and Ginny had just rounded the corner, a look of concern and relief on their faces. More concern than relief on Harry's.
Ron, surprised, looked up quickly, his natural smile returning to his face. "Dead cert that Malfoy is the biggest bloody wankstain that ever lived."
Everyone laughed in relief; Ron appeared to be all right. "Ron, you okay? I, err, we got scared when you didn't come back to the cabin." Hermione was shifting her weight, "We were worried that maybe Malfoy" "Had found me?" Hermione returned her gaze to Ron, who was looking less and less like himself. "Yeah."
"Don't worry about that, Mione. Malfoy's not going to be a problem this year."
"Since when is Malfoy not a problem?" Harry stated, his look grave.
"Since now." Ron replied calmly. "Rather, he won't be. Soon."
Harry chuckled, "You planning on killing him, Ron?"
"Maybe."
The silence was deafening. Neither Harry nor Hermione could think of what to say. They just stood there in dumb shock, staring at Ron. He was serious. It took another Weasley to call Ron's bluff.
"You're so full of it, Ron." Ginny was grinning.
Ron's head was racing again. Had he said too much? Maybe it's too soon to let them all in on this. Besides, he'd have more time to explain back at Hogwarts. Deciding to play along, Ron just laughed. "Gotcha."
Nervous laughter echoed throughout the back of the train as Hermione and Harry tried to catch their breath.
"Good one, Ron."
"Yeah, had us fooled there for a sec'."
Ginny gently pushed Ron on the shoulder, "I knew you were all mouth and no trousers."
"Yeah, guess you know me too well, Ginns." Ron ruffled her hair as Ginny ducked.
"Why is everyone doing that??"
Everyone laughed again, and this time it was genuine.
~*~
The train arrived at Hogwarts just as a storm was moving in. Ominous black clouds rolled in as streaks of lightning were visible just along the horizon. "Clouds moving in," said Harry, eyes to the sky. Hermione joined his gaze. "Still a ways off yet. Think it's going to rain?"
Ron spoke with a confidence Harry hadn't heard before. In fact, no one had. Not even Ron.
"Storm's comin'." Ron's eyes were cold. "Soon."
"Best take cover then, eh Ron?" Harry was shivering.
"Yes." Ron's gaze was distant. "Best."
A low rumbling echoed off the mountains as the four friends set off to find shelter.