Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor does anyone in this freakin' world except J.K Rowling… Aight?

Its my first shot at fiction writing and romance! Just read it, R&R please!!! ; )  

Bazta, just read it mga tsong-go!!

It's just one of those stupid fics on romance.

Except in the future, Ron's gonna meet a BeAuTiFuL girl. Ron's gonna use her to make Hermione jealous, coz she's been closer to Harry nowadays but what he didn't know is that Hermione's using Harry to make Ron jealous!! Funny world innit?

Right, I already fixed this junk-worthy story. I always hated romance. Eww… But my ego here…*swelling and glaring at R* *R: HeHe* Well, just read it, as I've said for the… (1,2,3,4) fourth time. I know its dum. Don't make me feel worse.

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CHAPTER I: Chocolate frog thoughts and canary cream dreams

Ronald Weasley woke up groggily on a bright August morning. He blinked several times to rid himself of sleepiness. He sat up and glanced at the bed made beside his own, and saw a still sleeping Harry Potter hugging his pillow. It must be very early, he thought, as Harry was always the first to get up every morning. But as Ron looked at the alarm clock in his bedside table, it read 7:30 am. He decided that Harry had a dreamless sleep, as his dreams are often the reason he gets up so early. Ron laid back in his bed, he didn't go back to sleep, but he didn't want to go down yet either. He could hear the frying pan sizzling downstairs which meant that his mum was up and making breakfast. None of his siblings were awake yet. Ron turned and stared at the ceiling. He tried to remember the dream he had. It was a good one. He dreamt that they won the Quidditch Cup because of him, for the first time in his life, he got all the credit. He was standing in the Great Hall to receive the cup, and as a smiling Dumbledore pressed the gleaming cup in his hands, a wild applause went over the tables of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff rejoicing the defeat of Slytherin once again. Snape was looking murderous, and so was the rest of the Slytherins. Everyone was looking up at him, cheering, his best friend Harry Potter in the crowd clapping like everyone else, a beaming Hermione Granger—Hermione Granger. Ron turned again and now he was facing the window, the sun had risen and a beam of it entered his room. Ron had a weird kind of feeling inside him, but he couldn't explain it.

Hermione Granger, her name echoed inside his head. She was the only girl he ever loved, the only girl he ever cared about s0o0o much, and possibly the only girl he ever thought about this much. He was in love with brainy know-it-all Hermione alright. For 6 years, they have been friends, and he had been trying to keep the secret from her, but he had been dropping quite a lot of hints already. Like, he suffered belching slugs on their 2nd year because Draco Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood, when he almost blew his top when Draco Malfoy's spell, which was supposed to hit Harry but it hit Hermione instead and her teeth began lengthening and Snape didn't care, when they had a row because he was upset that she went with Viktor Krum in the Yule ball instead of him, and lots more others. He remembered his first Quidditch game, where Hermione kissed him on the cheek, he couldn't forget that day. Knowing Hermione, he supposed she knew it already and was only afraid that it might destroy their friendship if she ever pointed it out. He loved her. Fire or water would not break his love for her. Not even Professor Severus Snape, the most hated teacher in Hogwarts. Fucking goddamn teacher, why was he even hired?! Ron thought malevolently, as Professor Snape crossed his thoughts.

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About two thousand miles away from the Burrow, a bushy brown haired girl named Hermione Granger woke up from her Queen-sized bed in her house in London. She remembered they were going shopping in Diagon Alley today.  "Honey!! Are you awake? We're going to Diamond Alley!!" yelled Mrs. Granger. Hermione dressed, and went downstairs. Their maid was placing a bowl, a spoon, a glass of orange juice, and a box of cereal and a jug of milk in the "Lazy Susan" in their circular table. She seated herself, and poured cereal and milk in her bowl. Her parents were not with her on the table again. Another meeting or appointment again… She thought contemptuously. "There you are… Now Hermione, we have another meeting today," her mother said, planting a large kiss on Hermione's cheek. I knew it, Hermione thought bitterly. "We're going to drop you off Diamond Alley, alright dear?" "Yes Mum, and it's Diagon, not Diamond," she replied tersely. "Yes, dear Diakon Alley, now hurry up, we don't want to be late…" Mrs. Granger said absent-mindedly, pulling and answering a ringing cellphone in her handbag. "Yes, Ms. Patterson, we're coming… Yeah, we just have to drop of my daughter to Dia- to buy her school things… He's not coming? But he's one of the important board mem- Oh really?! Due form my foot!" her mother ranted in the phone. Hermione wiped her mouth and ran off to her room. It was always like this. She never got to spend time with her family, that's why she found a family in her friends. She loved her friends dearly, especially- Ron. He always stood by her, always was there for her and always stuck up for her. She loved him, not just as a friend. She always thought of him, the thought of doing everything for him when she studied. Perhaps that was the reason she was the top witch in Gryffindor. She had already kissed him, but only on the cheek. Her thoughts were skidded to halt by their car horn and a "Honey hurry up!!" by her mom. Startled, Hermione hurriedly took a quick shower, picked a wardrobe and hastily put them on. She picked up her handbag, ran to the yard. Her parents were already in the car. She entered and slammed the door shut. "What took you so long?" asked her dad, glancing at his watch. "Sorry," she mumbled. Her father revved the car up, and sped off in the highway.

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Back to Ron:

Ron was reminiscing the times he and Hermione shared together when- "Are you people up yet?! It's already 8:30!!" his mother ranted from downstairs. Ron was surprised he was daydreaming for an hour already. He quickly stood up, fixed his sheets, changed, and tapped his best friend. Harry stirred and put on his glasses, squinting his eyes when a ray of sunlight met his eyes. "Come on, Mum's already shouting herself hoarse," Ron said, helping Harry folding his blanket. "I'll be downstairs alright? And hurry up!" he added as he descended the stairs.

    His mum was already sipping coffee at their scrubbed wooden table with his father who was reading the Daily Prophet. "Well? Are they up yet?" said Mrs. Weasley impatiently, "We're going to Diagon Alley today. "How d'you expect to get decent school things if we go there so late?!" Ron just shrugged and pulled a plate of sausages toward him. Just then, Harry and the rest of his siblings came down the stairs, already dressed. "Finally! You're up! Hurry or we'll be picking up scraps of your school things in Diagon Alley," his mother ranted. After a good breakfast, they assembled in front of the fireplace, the Floo powder bag in Mr. Weasley's hand. "OK, who goes first?" he asked shaking the bag slightly. "I will," Ron volunteered. He took a pinch, through it into the fire, and as the flames turned green, he bellowed "Diagon Alley!" and was swept inside the fire.

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Well, what d'ya think? Should I continue? Was it that bad? Just tell me!

*wink* *wink*

K: What dya think m'darling?

R: Not bad for a starter…

K: Ya think?

R: Yep.

K: Thanx!!

*Ei, I'm planning to put fucking swearwords on dis goddamn fanfic. Hey, I already did!! J*

Thanks everyone! Love ya'll!!!