Summary: Friday the 13th has always been known to be an unlucky day ... but it can have its ups. (RWHG)

Rated PG for some minor language.

AN: Please note that this hasn't been looked over and edited very well. I wanted to get it posted in time for today!

Happy Friday the 13th, everyone!

The Unlucky 13th?

It was Friday, a day that everyone usually loved. A weekend was heading towards everyone's way and the workweek ended today but this Friday wasn't one of those looked-forward-to, wonderful days. No, for it was Friday the 13th and for the first time in Ron Weasley's life that day had been a very unlucky one.

In Charms that morning he had attempted to do a correct Blaston charm on the yellow balloon sitting in front of him, which was supposed to cause the balloon to pop and explode into several pieces. Instead the spell had hit Seamus' wand, causing it to snap in half, singeing the now broken wand in the process. To say the least, Seamus hadn't been pleased and had raved at Ron for an hour straight even though ten minutes after the incident Professor Flitwick had fixed his wand in the blink of an eye.

During lunch, Ron had nearly choked on his roll, only recovering after quite a few whacks on the back from Harry and a few worried shrieks from Hermione. His day didn't improve much when during Potions he managed to brew something maroon, fizzing, and foul smelling while the ideal potion was one that was supposed be clear, placid, and smelled of vanilla. Ron, obviously, didn't receive any marks from Snape for the day.

"I bloody hate Friday the 13th," Ron muttered as he walked down to the Astronomy tower with Hermione. "It's a foul, bloody awful, dreadful day, and the worst date in the whole f—"

"Ron," Hermione said, cutting Ron off. "I know today hasn't been the best day you've had but..."

"It's been hell!" Ron shouted, causing two Hufflepuff first years to look at him oddly and scurry away quickly, looking vaguely alarmed and even frightened.

"Ron, don't swear," Hermione stated as she continued. "As I was saying, Friday the 13th is just an old wives tale that's complete rubbish. There's nothing any different or 'unlucky' about Friday the 13th than any other day."

"I know that," Ron muttered darkly. "But I'm beginning to think otherwise."

Hermione sighed. "Things will get better, I'm sure."

"I doubt it," Ron mumbled, looking down at the ground. Noticing that one of his trainers was untied he bent down to retie it ... spilling all the contents from his schoolbag in the process.

"It-it will," Hermione tried again, bending down to help Ron gather his things back up.

"Hermione, face it, I'm doomed," Ron said as he stuffed a roll of parchment back into his bag.

"You are not doomed, Ron. This just hasn't been the best day."

Ron shook his head disbelievingly as he stood back up, dusting off his robes with his hands. "Hermione, name one good thing that's happened to me today. Just one."

"Well..." Hermione began, racking her brain for positives. "Er ... I suppose ... er... well..."

"See, nothing good has happened today. Nothing. I'm doomed to have bad luck until tomorrow. Doomed, destined, fated, condemned to have bad luck, do you hear me?" Ron said, gaining volume with each word. "I'm bloody—"

But Ron was cut off in his tirade as Hermione suddenly stood on her tiptoes, put her arms over Ron's shoulders, and kissed him deeply on the mouth. She broke away, leaving Ron flabbergasted.

"I—" Ron tried to begin, looking at Hermione as though he had never seen her before.

"See," Hermione said as she began walking away, up to the Astronomy tower, calling the rest of her words over her shoulder. "Not everything has gone badly today, now has it?"