Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, they are all to the credit of J.K. Rowling, although I did add a couple characters of my own in here to spice things up...

Summary: Ron has broken up with Hermione, she is off for a term at Drumstrag, and so Harry and Ali decide to fix him up with one of Ali's American pals, with interesting results...

A/N: This is a follow-up to the story "When Harry Met Ali" which is a story my friend mostly wrote with my input at about 2 in the morning. This story is a little more sane and can be read without reading the other, but I would suggest reading the other, just because it makes me laugh.

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It was a beautiful day in late November. All the students at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry were outside enjoying the first snowfall of the year...except Ron. He lay slouched in a couch in the Gryffindor common room, his Divination book open in his lap to some random page, but he was not reading it. His gaze was pasted to the fire. His heart was heavy. He could not help but think of his former girlfriend, Hermione, off in some Slovak country with that dickweed Krum. At that moment his best friend (his only best friend) Harry came stumbling in to the common room, hand-in-hand with Ali. They were both laughing hysterically, their cheeks red from the cold, and their clothes wet with melted snow.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Ali said, crying from laughter, "It was priceless!"
"That was brilliant!" Harry responded, looking fondly at his new girlfriend. Then his gaze moved over to Ron, sulking in the big leather chair. He immediately felt sorry for his friend. "Hey Ron," he said, "What's up?" He asked, using the common American phrase Ali used so often.

"Huh?" Ron said unintelligently.

"Are you okay?"

"Who? Me? I'm fine. Great. Bloody brilliant. Except for the fact that I've been dumped for some big Slovak brute!" Harry sighed. His sympathy had been slowly draining over the past month.

"Look, Ron, I know this is really hard and everything, but it's been almost a month now, and I think it's about time that you start, I don't know, getting out more."

"Yeah," Ali chimed in. "Just think, Hogsmede this weekend!"

"So...? I get to wander around all by myself."

"No you won't mate, you'll have us," Harry said sincerely.

"Yeah..." Ron's voice trailed off. He loved Harry and Ali's company, but he hated being the third wheel. And he knew they both liked him as well, but he wasn't oblivious to the fact that they wanted some 'alone' time...something he was sure they hadn't had much of since his and Hermione's breakup.

"Well..." Ali said. "I'm going to go up and get some dry clothes on before supper." She gave Ron a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, then leaned in to wrap her arms around Harry gave him a kiss on the cheek. "C'ya in a bit," she whispered in his ear.

"Yeah..." his eyes trailed her all the way out of sight. All of a sudden Ron felt slightly nauseous. He shook his head as Harry looked over at him, a sort of pleased blush overcoming his already red cheeks. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Ron said.

"You really should of come with us, it was so fun. You should of seen it, Ali pelted Goyle with a snowball right in the face..." Harry's voice trailed off as his face glowed, obviously reliving the moment in his head.

"Uh, that's okay." Ron said. Harry looked at his friend pityingly. "You know, Ali was telling me she has this friend..."

"No," Ron said before Harry had the change to finish.

"Ron, please, just give this a chance –"

"Do you not remember the Yule Ball?"

"Well, Ron, you weren't being exactly..."

"Exactly what? Huh?" Ron rose out of his chair, his ears turning a warning shade of red. "You know what Potter, just mind your own business. Go off with your little American and leave me to deal with my own problems!" And with that, he stormed out of the common room, leaving Harry sitting in shock while a couple of second years whispered in his direction. Normally this argument would upset Harry, and he would go chase after Ron, but there had been too many of them lately, and nearly every time Ron came back apologizing like crazy. Instead, Harry chose to leave Ron to himself and went up to the dormitory to change into some drier clothes.