A/N: Ron/Moaning Myrtle fic. The pairing is a result of, well, I don't really know. It's been in my head for a while so I thought that I'd try to write it. Some Harry/Hermione Please review.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling.
Chapter One: The Flames Of A Night
The flames were dying down in the Gryffindor common room as Ronald Weasley lay in one of the armchairs. Head hanging to the side due to tiredness.
He sighed and looked at the clock. Two forty-one am. That made it already Tuesday which meant lessons in a few hours.
Herboligy, Potions, Defence Against The Dark Arts, Transfiguration then Herboligy again. What would seem like any ordinary day.
Well, it was just any ordinary day. Normal. Boring. Conservative.
Ordinary.
So why did it seem so strange to Ron? It didn't seem to be strange to anyone else, just to him. He didn't understand why.
The armchair seemed to groan as he stood up, as if to say "finally, I want to get some sleep as well you know." Even though it didn't really talk.
Ron traipsed up the stairs and, with great difficulty like his muscles were weighed down with that muggle substance Hermione called lead, pushed open the door to his dormitory.
Even the scene inside seemed ordinary to him. Neville was snoring. Dean was muttering in his sleep, saying words such as "on me 'ead." "Penalty!" "What are you, blind? That was a unfair tackle." Ron assumed that they had some meaning to the sport Football he was always raving about. Seamus slept silently, the covers pulled over his head for silence as he did have the bed next to Neville. Ron's eyes then fell on his best friend. Harry turned over silently in his sleep. Despite you-know-who rising again he hardly had his nightmares- or so he said. Ron assumed that the reason for this was because he had recently got together with Hermione Granger.
He even had a photo of her next to his bed. A photo, which at the moment, was sleeping peacefully.
Changing into his pyjamas Ron crawled between the sheets and the mattress and tried to fall asleep.
That task though, was harder than it first seemed. Ron tried to sleep in various positions, facing the left, facing the right, on his back, on his front -which didn't really work as he couldn't breathe when he had his mouth and nose pressed against his pillow-, curled up, upside down, under the sheets, on top of the sheets even the sheets being on the floor. Finally, one and a half hours of twisting and turning later he finally fell asleep.
Later that day he was roughly shaken awake by one of his many older brothers, Fred.
"Are you going to get up you complete idiot."
"Kingawanga." Ron muttered.
"What?" A new voice asked. George.
"What's Kingawanga?"
"What's what?" Ron said sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Kingawanga. That's what you said when I woke you up.
"I did? Huh? What are we talking about?"
"Kingawanga."
"What's that?"
"Just get dressed will you? You'll miss breakfast soon." Fred concluded as they left.
Ron glanced round him. He was the only person in the dormitory. The sun had risen outside, weak and, even at the start of Autumn, wintery. It was there however which would seem like cause for a celebration.
After getting dressed and making his way through the castle, Ron arrived at the Great Hall.
"What's the matter with you?" Harry asked him.
"Nothing." Ron said while filling his plate with a sausage.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" Ron heard a timid voice ask him.
"Yes." Ron replied to his younger sister Ginny who looked at him with concern. Ron counted to three in his head then...
"I'm worried about you. You've not been eating much recently and your always tired and your starting to fail your classes. Is there something wrong?" Ginny asked, so quick that Ron, if he hadn't heard it about a million times during the last week, wouldn't have understood her.
He put on a weak smile. "I'm fine Ginny, I really am. See?" He said, taking another sausage and putting it on his plate.
Are you fine though? A voice seemed to ask in his head. Questioning him.
Ginny's returned smile seemed just as weak as Ron's. "Well, if you say so then." She said and Ron could hear the doubt in her voice.
He cringed inwardly at himself. He knew that there was something wrong with him. Something that he could place, that was causing his loss of appetite and the sleepless nights and his lack of concentration.
Not an illness, nothing like that but something else. Something different that he had never felt before.
He didn't realise how deeply lost in his thoughts he was until he looked up to find that everyone else had gone to class.
He jumped up to get to the Greenhouses and glanced at his plate which still had two sausages on it. Considering weather to stay and eat them, he had suddenly realised that he was very hungry, or go to lessons, he felt Hermione tap him on his shoulder.
"Huh? What?"
"Come on Ron! You don't want to be late do you? I really don't know what's gotten into you recently."
"Nothing has," he told her sullenly, staring longingly at his plate. "We should probably go I suppose." With that, he followed her out of the great hall and down to his first lesson of the day.
A/N: In the next chapter: Ron ends up in the hospital wing and Myrtle appears. If anyone has seen this pairing anywhere else, please tell me. Also, please review. Chapter two should be up soon.
