"WHAT?!?!" Ron Wealsey screamed. "Ron, come on, it's not all that bad," Mr. Wealsey said, trying to sound covincing. "I won't!" Ron said firmly. "Yes, you will," Mr. Weasley said.
See, all the seventh years are required to take at least 1 extra class. Hermione was doing Muggle Studies, Harry was taking Mythology (a/n I don't know if it is a class in Hogwarts in the books, but in my story it is, so just go with it), and Ron had yet to find a class, two weeks away from Hogwarts. So his father had taken the liberty of finding one for him. Muggle Studies.
"Give me the paper, Ron," Mr. Weasley said. Ron stood his ground, and clutched the paper. "Ron. You'll be with Hermione!" Ginny said from her book. Ron glared at his sister. She immediately looked back to her book, but the smirk never left her face. Ron looked back to his father. Finally, Arthur said, "Ronald Haywood Weasley! If you do not give me that slip of paper on three, you will be grounded from your broomstick and quidditch. Ron's eyes widened, and they wonderded to the window, and saw between the trees the quidditch pitch they owned.
Slowly, Ron lifted the paper, and walked slowly towards his father. As soon as it was in range, Arthur garbbed it. On it was:
HOGWARTS 7TH YEAR EXTRA CLASS(ES)
NAME: Ronald Weasley
HOUSE: Gryffindor
CLASS: Muggle Studies
PARENT OR GUARDIAN SIGNATURE
On the last line Arthur scribbled his signature, and sealed the paper in a envelope. He handed it to Ron and said, "Don't bother erasing it. A non- erasing charm is on it." Ron sighed, and walked up to his room glumly.
He slammed his door shut, and collapsed onto his bed, not even noticing Harry and Hermione. Ron laid there for a few moments before he sat up and looked at the two. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Harry rolled his eyes. "We got here last night. You snore like a foghorn, do you know that?" Harry said. Hermione laughed. Ron's hands became wet with sweat, and his heart beat raced when he heard her voice. "Yeah," Ron said, blushing.
"What's got you so down?" Hermione asked, and jumped onto the bed, then sat facing Ron. "Classes," Ron said, becoming very interseted in his shoelaces. "Oh, what class are yu taking? I'm taking-"Ron cut her off. "Muggle Studies, and Harry is taking Mythology."
"Oh. So what are you taking?" Hermione asked again. "Mugglestudies," Ron said quickly. "Murgle Studs?" Harry asked stupidly. Harry had become quite thick over the years, just using Hermione for good grades. "No! Muggle Studies," Ron said angrily. Hermione's face lit up. "So you'll be with me?"
"Yeah..." Ron said, giving her a half smile. "Cool," she said.
Ron's head was stuck out the window of the Hogwarts Express, waving goodbye to his family. "Bye! Bye, Charlie, Bill, Fred, Goerge, Mum, Dad!" he called, and pulled himself back into the train. He saw Hermione reading, and Harry sleeping. He smirked at his stupid friend, then looked back at Hermione. She was so absored into her book, she didn't notice him.
He started admiring her. Soft, brown curls with honey-coloured highlights. Very different from her original bushy-do. Her lips were so red, and looked so inviting. Ron had to everything in his power to keep from just sweeping her up into his arms, and saying, "I love you, Hermione," over and over... A few freckles dotted the tip of her nose, and her smooth cheeks with a few dimples. He had seen other girls with the exact same features and more...but they couldn't compare to Hermione. He regretted his 4th year when he asked her to the Yule ball only as a last resort...
Suddenly, the compartment door slid open, and in strutted Malfoy. He smirked when he saw Ron staring at Hermione. "Well, Weasley, admiring what you can't have?" Malfoy said evily. Ron jerked out of his trance, and glared. Hermione put her book down. "Go away," Hermione mumbled. "What? Want some alone time with Ickle Ronnickins?" Malfoy said. Hermione blushed, and Ron glared. "Get out," Ron said. Malfoy smirked. "Make me."
Ron had had 4 grow spurts over the summer, and was no longer gangly. Ron stood, and towered over Malfoy. A look of fear crossed the blonde's face, but as gone in a milisecond. Draco looked down at his shoes and mumbled, "I'm out of here." With that, the boy quickly left. Ron smiled, and sat back down.
Hermione smiled at Ron. "That, my friend, was bloody brilliant."
See, all the seventh years are required to take at least 1 extra class. Hermione was doing Muggle Studies, Harry was taking Mythology (a/n I don't know if it is a class in Hogwarts in the books, but in my story it is, so just go with it), and Ron had yet to find a class, two weeks away from Hogwarts. So his father had taken the liberty of finding one for him. Muggle Studies.
"Give me the paper, Ron," Mr. Weasley said. Ron stood his ground, and clutched the paper. "Ron. You'll be with Hermione!" Ginny said from her book. Ron glared at his sister. She immediately looked back to her book, but the smirk never left her face. Ron looked back to his father. Finally, Arthur said, "Ronald Haywood Weasley! If you do not give me that slip of paper on three, you will be grounded from your broomstick and quidditch. Ron's eyes widened, and they wonderded to the window, and saw between the trees the quidditch pitch they owned.
Slowly, Ron lifted the paper, and walked slowly towards his father. As soon as it was in range, Arthur garbbed it. On it was:
HOGWARTS 7TH YEAR EXTRA CLASS(ES)
NAME: Ronald Weasley
HOUSE: Gryffindor
CLASS: Muggle Studies
PARENT OR GUARDIAN SIGNATURE
On the last line Arthur scribbled his signature, and sealed the paper in a envelope. He handed it to Ron and said, "Don't bother erasing it. A non- erasing charm is on it." Ron sighed, and walked up to his room glumly.
He slammed his door shut, and collapsed onto his bed, not even noticing Harry and Hermione. Ron laid there for a few moments before he sat up and looked at the two. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Harry rolled his eyes. "We got here last night. You snore like a foghorn, do you know that?" Harry said. Hermione laughed. Ron's hands became wet with sweat, and his heart beat raced when he heard her voice. "Yeah," Ron said, blushing.
"What's got you so down?" Hermione asked, and jumped onto the bed, then sat facing Ron. "Classes," Ron said, becoming very interseted in his shoelaces. "Oh, what class are yu taking? I'm taking-"Ron cut her off. "Muggle Studies, and Harry is taking Mythology."
"Oh. So what are you taking?" Hermione asked again. "Mugglestudies," Ron said quickly. "Murgle Studs?" Harry asked stupidly. Harry had become quite thick over the years, just using Hermione for good grades. "No! Muggle Studies," Ron said angrily. Hermione's face lit up. "So you'll be with me?"
"Yeah..." Ron said, giving her a half smile. "Cool," she said.
Ron's head was stuck out the window of the Hogwarts Express, waving goodbye to his family. "Bye! Bye, Charlie, Bill, Fred, Goerge, Mum, Dad!" he called, and pulled himself back into the train. He saw Hermione reading, and Harry sleeping. He smirked at his stupid friend, then looked back at Hermione. She was so absored into her book, she didn't notice him.
He started admiring her. Soft, brown curls with honey-coloured highlights. Very different from her original bushy-do. Her lips were so red, and looked so inviting. Ron had to everything in his power to keep from just sweeping her up into his arms, and saying, "I love you, Hermione," over and over... A few freckles dotted the tip of her nose, and her smooth cheeks with a few dimples. He had seen other girls with the exact same features and more...but they couldn't compare to Hermione. He regretted his 4th year when he asked her to the Yule ball only as a last resort...
Suddenly, the compartment door slid open, and in strutted Malfoy. He smirked when he saw Ron staring at Hermione. "Well, Weasley, admiring what you can't have?" Malfoy said evily. Ron jerked out of his trance, and glared. Hermione put her book down. "Go away," Hermione mumbled. "What? Want some alone time with Ickle Ronnickins?" Malfoy said. Hermione blushed, and Ron glared. "Get out," Ron said. Malfoy smirked. "Make me."
Ron had had 4 grow spurts over the summer, and was no longer gangly. Ron stood, and towered over Malfoy. A look of fear crossed the blonde's face, but as gone in a milisecond. Draco looked down at his shoes and mumbled, "I'm out of here." With that, the boy quickly left. Ron smiled, and sat back down.
Hermione smiled at Ron. "That, my friend, was bloody brilliant."