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The Secret Life of Ronald Weasley
"Ron? Ron!! Hellooooo?" Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's face. "What? Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" Ron said, startled. Damn it! Why am I always interrupted when I get to the good part? "I noticed" said Harry. "Come on, we have Charms"
Ron and Harry raced back up to the dormitory to grab their books and met Hermione outside of Charms. "Do you remember our first Charms class?" asked Hermione smiling. "Yeah, you told me that it was 'Wingaarrdium Leviooosa', not whatever I was saying, and then you were the only one to levitate their feather! I got really pissed at you for that!" Ron said. Your face lit with excitement when you got that damn feather to float! That was the first time I realized how beautiful you really are…
"Come in! Come in!" squeaked a tiny professor Flitwick. After calling role, he gave a lecture about the NEWTs. Hermione watched him without blinking, taking in every word he said so she would not miss a single bit of information that she might need in the future. She looks so pretty when she does that. Harry caught Ron staring at Hermione and winked. Ron's face turned crimson and his ears went bright red. Harry smiled to himself.
Later, at lunch, Professor McGonagall approached Harry. "Potter, may I have a word?" Harry stood up and followed her to her office. "First of all, your lifelong Quidditch ban has been revoked and I have removed your broom from the dungeons for you." She held out his Firebolt. He was extremely happy, especially because the broom was his very first gift from his Godfather. "Thank you professor." She nodded "Potter, as you know, we no longer have a Quidditch captain for the Gryffindor team. You are currently the oldest member of the team and I think you will be quite capable of handling it, so I am appointing you captain. Here is the badge." She handed it to him and he pinned it to his robe. "The field reservation book is in my office. You will need to book the field for practices and hold team tryouts. I'm assuming Ginny Weasley will be a Chaser this year?" Harry nodded. "In that case all we need is two chasers. Good luck Mr. Potter, the team will be strong this year now that you are back on. I have gotten used to the trophy in my office; please don't make me relinquish it to one of the other House Heads." Harry nodded in understanding. He really wanted to win too. "You may go now." "Thank you professor" Harry said before leaving. (A/N: I know this story is about Ron, but I still need to include things about other characters!)
Harry made his way back to the common room to prepare for class. "So what did McGonagall want?" Ron asked as Harry stepped through the portrait hole. Harry grinned and pointed to his badge. "Quidditch captain! Wow, congrats! So your 'lifelong ban' was lifted?" Harry nodded. "I even got my Firebolt back!" "Cool" Damn it! He didn't even play most of the year last year! I mean, I won us the Quidditch cup! Well, he was on the team since first year, that is a big accomplishment, but still, he always gets the recognition and attention! Ron immediately felt guilty for thinking something like that about his best friend. "So, what day of the week are we going to practice?" "Well, not Mondays, I have to go to those Occlumency lessons still, so I was thinking like, Thursdays, because we usually had the DA on Wednesdays last year." "Sounds good to me! We're gonna whup those sorry Slytherin's arses!" Harry laughed and said, "Come on, we have DADA now, and we still haven't met the new teacher!!!!
Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat in the front row when they arrived at DADA. Dumbledore had informed the school at the feast earlier that week that the teacher hadn't arrived due to personal problems, and they were all really excited as to who it was, because after all, who would want to take that post, it had a legend of being cursed. A tall brunette with violet eyes walked in. "Wotcher, Harry" she whispered. Harry smiled. He should have expected that Dumbledore would ask someone in the Order to make sure that this year the students actually learned something in DADA this year.
"Ahem." The room fell silent. "Good morning, I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Tonks. This year you will be learning defensive spells and how to block unwanted spells. I understand you are to a slight disadvantage due to last years…er…lack of…er…practical use of the spells you…er…learned." Several people sniggered as they remembered Umbridge. "Professor Dumbledore has left me a note about what you have learned. So you have covered a wide variety of magical creatures, the Unforgivable Curses and that theory junk from last year, correct?" Several people nodded. Harry was surprised at how…mature and organized Tonks was being. But it was only a matter of time before her true clumsiness showed up. She had the students pair off and had them practice the disarming spells, "just to get a feel for the class." Ron and Harry took turns trying to disarm each other, rather bored because they had learned this spell in their 2nd year. While Tonks was walking around, she tripped on someone's bag and went sprawling on the floor. As she fell, she knocked into her desk, and the papers and books went flying everywhere. When she stood up, she looked extremely embarrassed, but shrugged it off. "I think that we have had enough today," she said. "For next class please write me a few paragraphs on common defensive spells." The class groaned, they already had a ton of homework! "Oh come on, it's not that bad, would you rather me assign you two rolls of parchment? I could if you want!" Tonks grinned. The class hastily assured her that a few paragraphs were plenty. "Okay then, you can go I guess." The class shuffled out, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed behind. "Oh Tonks, you are a mess!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at her somewhat bleeding lip and papers scattered everywhere. Hermione took out her wand and muttered a few spells. Tonks' lip healed quickly, or at least stopped bleeding, and the papers collected themselves. "Thanks Hermione! Boy, I think I made a bad first impression, I mean, how are they going to respect the DADA professor who can't even walk up and down the aisle without hurting herself. I'm supposed to be an expert at protection!" Tonks said sadly. "Don't worry," said Hermione. "Everyone thought Lupin was going to be a looser at first too, but he turned out to be our best DADA professor ever!" Tonks smiled, "thanks!" She smiled again and walked out.
"Let's go to lunch," Harry suggested. The others followed. Ron was lost in thought. Hermione had really helped Tonks out! How did she know those quick clean-up spells? And she knew exactly what to say to make Tonks feel better. Ron sighed. Hermione was so perfect for him...
After lunch, Ron went to his dormitory claiming he needed to rest a little bit; he hadn't slept very well last night. Ron thought back to Harry being Quidditch Captain. He really should be happy for his friend, but why was he feeling this wish that he could be the one up there, famous and talented, the envy of everyone? He thought back to that wonderful moment last year when they had won the Quidditch cup. The entire house of Gryffindor had loved him then. It was just his luck that Hermione liked an internationally famous Quidditch player. If only one day, he could be the one up there….Ron dozed into a light sleep.
A/N: okay, okay, it will get better, but I still need you to REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!! I want to know what you think: what I should change, what I should work on, whether this is a worthless piece of crap so far, your ideas for plot development, anything! Thank you!
Oh, and by the way, yes I know that the ending to this chapter was stupid, I'm kind of having some writers block….
And a special thanks to my first reviewer, Tylah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are awesome!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks!