Disclaimer: Characters are obviously not mine...but the plot is!

"Hurry up you little scoundrel!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. It was September 1st and Uncle Vernon wasn't at all pleased about having to drop Harry. In fact he didn't even want to be within 10 miles of a wizard or a witch. Once again he hollered for Harry to make haste and finally Harry came out looking a bit frenzied, yet none the less excited. He had been cooped up in the Dursleys house for the entire summer and looked froward to his 6th year of Hogwarts. In all of his years at Hogwarts, he had been faced with perilous dangers and he had come forth a hero once and again. Of course, he had been an eminent figure throughout the wizarding world ever since his miraculous victory over Voldemort, but he had proven that fate wasn't the only component.

Harry had triple checked his room to make sure he hadn't left anything. He couldn't imagine how utterly humiliating it would be if he had forgotten his Potions homework and had to explain to Snape that he had left it at the Dursleys. He would surely never show his face again if that happened. But, there was another significant reason for Harry's jovial mood. After a long, relaxing pensive evening, without the Dursleys Harry had decided that this year he was going to reveal his true feelings for Hermione. "She's so perfect!" he absently thought. Harry suddenly snapped out of his daydream when he felt his uncle dragging him to car.

Half an hour later Harry was searching for his friends on Platform 9 ¾. He would finally be going home again! He spotted two patches of bright, flaming red hair and went over only to find a horde of students crowded around Fred and George Weasley. "Oy, Harry over here!" George said spotting Harry. "How was your summer Harry?" Fred politely asked. Without giving Harry even a chance of replying, they both said, "Our was great! We've been working on this invention for months and for once Mum didn't catch us!"

"Great! Uh.what is it?" Harry inquired.

"Sorry Harry! Even though you may be one of the best players on the Quidditch team, defeated You Know Who like a billion times, we still can't give you special treatment. You'll have to wait until we get to Hogwarts to find out." They smiled and had knowing looks on their faces.

"Hey Harry. C'mon I found an empty compartment!" Ron suddenly said.

"Ron, where were you? Oh and have you seen Hermione?" Harry exclaimed.

"Certainly eager to meet her, eh Harry? Ron whispered.

Harry started blushing and started turning bright shades of pink and gradually to a burning red. Suddenly a blond head appeared in front of them. It was none other than the drawling Malfoy.

"What do you want Malfoy? You know what, I don't care what you want! Just fuck off!" Ron said an acrimonious tone, managing the most deadly look he could give.

Malfoy as usual maintained his cool composure and simply replied, "Watch your language, Weasel. Hasn't Potty and that Mudblood taught you anything about manners?! Oh, wait! Beggars never know manners. I'm so sorry, my mistake!"

Harry was so appalled at his piercing words that he completely forgot to hold on to the back of Ron's shirt. He just stood there, dumbfounded, rooted at the spot still flabbergasted that anyone could be so bitter!

Ron on the other hand was furious and absolutely raging mad! After Malfoy had finished insulting him, Ron immediately attacked him and was on top of him punching him violently. Malfoy was shocked, but recovered eventually. He commenced to retaliate, but Ron wouldn't stop and soon Harry joined in too. Harry grabbed his wand and uttered the first spell that came to his mind. "Petrificus Totalus!" Harry screamed.

Suddenly, Ron's arms snapped to his sides and his entire body became stiff as a board. He started teetering back and forth and inevitably fell on the concrete platform. Harry winced at his own stupidity and Draco burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face. To add to their embarrassment, a crowd started to gather. They all gazed and pointed to the rigid stick that used to be Ron, the hysterical Malfoy and the blushing Harry. After a few minutes, all of his or her attention was focused on Malfoy because nobody could figure out whether he was laughing or crying. Since he had bruises all over his face, signs of efficient punching from Ron, nobody could determine exactly what he was doing. Harry recognized some of the Gryffindors in the group who were silently chortling at the unidentifiable state of Malfoy. He saw Seamus and Dean along with Fred and George. Malfoy could be heard between deep gasps for breath, "Wish.that.your Mum.was here.Weasley?" Unfortunately for him, the words your and Weasley weren't heard properly by anybody from the group so they heard, "Wish.that Mum.was here!" They all assumed that he was crying and the Gryffindors chuckled and poked fun at Malfoy for being so immature and cowardly. "That'll teach you!" Fred shouted. Poor Ron lay forgotten about.

At that moment, Pansy Parkinson ran over to Draco's side and started consoling him. He was thoroughly confused until Blaise came and cleared it up for him. She came over there and slapped him in the face! "You bastard! I thought you were an appropriate Slytherin. Not some coward who whines for his Mum every time he gets beat up by some pushy Gryffindor. And to think that I called you manly!" She kicked him somewhere by accident while the entire crowd flinched. She turned on her heel and rushed back to the train. The rest of the crowd merely said, "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ouch! That must've hurt!"

They all heard footsteps again and saw Hermione rushing up to the "scene of the crime." "Harry what happened?" Harry began to explain the whole situation but was stopped by a rather stern looking McGonaggal. Harry had never seen her this enraged before. "What happened here?!" she shouted looking very stern indeed. "Ms.Granger, I thought you were a responsible Prefect. This is certainly not what I expected to find!"

"But, Professor I just arrived! I myself don't know what happened!" Hermione whimpered.

"In that case, everybody on the train right now, except for Mr.Malfoy, Ms.Granger and Mr.Potter!" There were susurrations in the crowd as everybody crowded on to the train. Suddenly, she spotted something lying on the floor and recognized "the thing" as Ron, upon having a closer look. She looked exasperated and simply asked, "I assume Mr.Malfoy did this to Mr.Weasley." It was more of a statement than a question.

Harry suddenly looked at the floor and started shuffling his feet back and forth. "Actually, Professor.it was me. It was an accident. I was aiming for Malfoy, when Ron stepped in and got hit!"

Hermione looked aghast at how out of control this situation had gotten. Professor McGonaggal just looked confused. "Alright then." And with a swish of her wand, she had restored Ron.

"Ron! Thank goodness you're all right!" Harry blurted out. Hermione was nodding to show her relief.

Suddenly, they were standing at the edge of the lake and they could make out the magnificent castle looming in the background. "How did we get here?" Harry turned to ask Professor McGonaggal.

She merely smiled and replied, "Well, they do allow exceptions once in a while Mr.Potter. I thought if anyone would know about that, it would certainly be you."

A voice suddenly interrupted and said, "Naturally! This school will only make exceptions for Famous Potty and his side-kicks!" Everyone turned around in surprise only to find a very bruised, yet sarcastic Malfoy. They had completely forgotten that he was there.

"You better watch your mouth Malfoy! Next time I'll punch you so hard, that your face won't even be visible. Not that anyone would want to see it anyway!" Ron answered.

"There won't be a next time Weasel!" Draco said and left quite angrily. Once McGonaggal had ushered them into the castle, they found that they were the first ones there. They sat down at their Gryffindor table and started chattering. "That was a bloody good punch Ron!" Harry said.

"Well, he deserved it, that filthy piece of scum!" Ron muttered.

Hermione nodded disapprovingly and merely replied, "Watch your tongue Ron. Remember the Howler from your mother in our 2nd year?"

Harry started sniggering and Ron just sighed and said, "Can't we just forget about that?"

Hermione just answered, "NO!"

Then all of them dissolved into a fit of giggles, remembering Ron's humiliating day!

A/n: well any comments? At all? R/r! I'd love to hear what you people have to say!