Ron was terrified of introducing Mandy, a girl whom he had just met, to his family- terrified. Well, at least he did like her. No- he couldn't like her- he didn't know her. The only girl he could ever love, the only girl he really knew apart from his sister, was Hermione. The only thing Ron knew was that she was beautiful and that this would get under Hermione's skin. The only reason he was going through all the this, the only reason he had Mandy on his arm was make Hermione and Harry jealous.

In all honestly, from what Ron knew of her, Mandy was great. She was smart, pretty and funny. For a second, Ron wondered why he never paid attention to her before this but before he could come to any conclusion, he was standing in his cramped living room, facing his brothers: George, Fred and his mother, with Mandy on his arm.

"It could be worse," He said in his mind. At least Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Percy, and his father weren't there. It was only George and Fred, who would torment him forever. And his mum. Standing there, her arms crossed, she seemed to know exactly what was going on. Or at least that was what the expression on her face read. His mother's beedy eyes examine Mandy and Ron, head to foot. Her nose wrikled a bit but not in disgust, it was suspicion.

"Hey, guys." Ron smiled feebly.

"Ron who is your friend?" Mrs. Weasley asked impatiently, ignoring his salutation.

"This," he smiled at Mandy, "This is my friend, Mandy."

"Hi, Mandy." Fred and George said together.

"Would you like some tea?" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Sure mum, that'd be great." Ron said. He just wanted his mum to leave the room.

"So." Fred smiled, "What school to you go to?"

"Hogwarts, of course." She replied.

"House?" George barked.

"Ravenclaw."

"Name?"

"Mandy Brocklehurst."

"Define Ron's use of the word 'friend', please."

She didn't reply. She wrang her hands together and shuffled her feet nervously. She didn't know what would be a good answer. She didn't know what Ron wanted her to say.

"Leave her alone." Ron said defensively, standing between Mandy and George.

"We thought so." Fred smiled deviously.

Ron didn't retaliate. He was making a list of who to beat to a bloody pulp in his mind. Naturally, Harry was first in line, then George and Fred. He would play his strengths and get them when the time was right, where it hurt most.

"Tea!" Mrs. Weasley said coming back into the room.

"You know what," said Ron, "It's getting kind of late, I should take Mandy home."

Mandy merely nodded.

Ron took her hand, and led her into the fire place, clearly saying, "Brocklehurst" as he threw down a fist-full of floo power.

Ron stepped out into Mandy's living room. It was the biggest room he had ever seen. His eyes were wide open, looking at all the treasures that surrounded him.

"Woah," Ron said simply.

"It's not that great." Mandy said in a whisper.

An awful thought struck Ron. What could he ever afford to buy her? This wouldn't work out. Besides, she's served her purpose, to anger Harry and Hermione. He was done with her.

"Mandy, listen…"

"What is it, Ron?"

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"You feeling all right? You look rather pale."

"Fine. I should get going."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"I'm not sure. Listen, I will send you an owl, okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine." She mumbled.

"Mandy, I promise, I'll write to you."

"Ron, it's that I just really like you."

"Mandy. I- I don't want to hurt you."

"Bye, Ron." She smiled, kissing his cheek, pushing him into the grate.

"Mandy, I don't think that you understand-"

"Goodbye."

"Mandy!"

"Ron, would you listen to me! Leave! Ron-"

"Why, what's going on?"

"Ron, shut up and let me finish! My dad is home! That's his broom over there, you have to leave now!"

"Why? Is he some Death Eater or a nutter?"

"Ron, my father is an auror! I'm his little girl! He'd kill you! Get out of here!"

Ron kissed her cheek and left.