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The next day, after breakfast, and after Potions, all the Gryffindor fifth years had Care of Magical Creatures, which was still being taught by Hagrid. They also had this class with the Slytherins, which wasn't a very good thing, because the Slytherins were always trying to disrupt the class. Most of the time, luckily, they didn't succeed.
The fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were waiting at Hagrid's cabin; Hagrid had gone off into the pumpkin patch to get the creature that they were supposed to be studying. He came back with the creature none too soon, for Corsair Malfoy and Theodore Goyle had been taunting the Gryffindors.
The creature that Hagrid brought out was very unusual. It had the head of a cat, half the body of a pig, and the other half of the body was that of a cow, complete with udder. There was a forked tail that emitted purple sparks. The creature opened it's mouth, and out of it came the most peculiar sound. It was the sound of a trumpet with a muffler on it..
"What, in the name of Merlin, is THAT?" said Malfoy.
"This is a Wigat," said Hagrid.
"A what?" Malfoy repeated.
"A Wigat," said Hagrid. "It lives in the forest. This here creature is the only one left of it's kind."
"I wonder why," said Ron whispered to Kelsey in a sarcastic voice. "It's ugly."
"I think it's cute," Kelsey whispered back.
"Yeah, in it's own twisted way."
Kelsey rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to Hagrid, who was telling the class on how to take care of the Wigat.
"And why would we want to take care of it?" said Corsair Malfoy. "I mean, really, what's the point? It's the only creature left of it's kind, so please explain to me why exactly we should be taking care of it."
"Shut up, Malfoy," said Kelsey. "I wish YOU were the only of your kind left."
"You mean a wizard?"
"No, a useless, egotistical pureblood moron who thinks too much of himself. Not to mention a son of a b-"
Ron quickly put his hand over Kelsey's mouth. "Kels, don't!"
"Wise move, Potter."
"You there, are you listenin'?" Hagrid had finished telling the class about the Wigat.
"Yes, Hagrid," said Kelsey.
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"That was a good lesson, wasn't it?" Ron asked Kelsey. He, Kelsey, and the rest of the Gryffindors were making their way to the greenhouses, and were discussing the lesson; some with amusement, others with disgust, and yet others who were torn between the two.
When the group reached the greenhouses, they found that the fifth year Hufflepuffs were waiting outside also.
"He's in there, he just hasn't got any classes in there," said a Hufflepuff, in response to Ron asking her why they were all waiting outside.
"But if he hasn't got a class in there-" began Ron.
"He's probably just getting something extra-special ready for us," said Kelsey.
Ron turned to Kelsey. "You make it sound as though your dad is the Hagrid of Herbology."
"Well, he is," said Kelsey. "You should see the sort of stuff he takes care of at my house."
Ron could see that Kelsey was about to say something more, but he didn't want her to talk herself to death, so he did the next best thing to telling her to be quiet: he kissed her on the lips.
"Kels, I already have seen the sort of stuff you dad looks after. You live right next door to me, remember?"
Kelsey blushed, not caring that half the class was looking at herself and Ron.
"Yeah, I think I recall-"
But she didn't get to finish her sentence, because Neville came outside, and looked curiously at Ron and he daughter, and at half the class staring at them.
"Dad!"
"Hello, Kelsey," said Neville, before turning to the rest of class. "Well, class time started a minute ago, inside, all of you."
The fifth year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors filed into the classroom, and went to their usual seats, Kelsey and Ron being in the front.
"Kelsey, Ron, you've already learned how to take care of this particular plant, so you don't need to pay attention. You will, however," Neville continued, as Kelsey gave Ron a high-five, "need to be quiet as I explain to the rest of the class what we are doing. And afterwards, you might be going around, helping your classmates with the assignment."
Kelsey groaned at hearing this, but nobody heard her because Neville was busy explaining the day's assignment. When he was done, he didn't make Kelsey and Ron go around and help the class, that's what he, Neville, was doing, but they did have to keep watch over everyone to make sure that nothing went wrong.
During the entire Herbology class, Ron and Kelsey kept flirting with each other when they thought no one was watching, about which they were wrong. Someone was watching them flirt, however, and that someone was Neville. He vaguely thought that he'd have a word with them after class, and stiffened his resolve after he saw them kiss each other. He didn't know why that them kissing was bothering him. Maybe it was because he just wasn't ready to let his daughter go. Though if she did get married to Ron... They're too young to get married, Neville told himself. Though they won't be in a couple years... Neville gave his head a little shake, and bent down to give Westley Davis some help on pruning the plant.
"Now that you are all done pruning this unusual little plant, I would like you to put your plants away over by the door, and then you are free to go," said Neville. The class did exactly this, and Ron and Kelsey, who were at the back of the line heading out of the class toward lunch, stopped when Neville called them. "Ron, Kelsey! A word, if you please."
"What is it, Professor?" Ron asked, when he and Kelsey reached the teacher's desk. He normally just called his teacher Neville, but he was at school now, and needed to show some respect.
"I want to know what's going on between you two," said Neville, looking from his daughter to Ron.
"Dad, what do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean," said Neville. "Throughout the entire class today, I saw you two flirting with each other, and kissing-"
"Honest, we only kissed once!" said Ron.
"Oh, so you're admitting...?"
"Are you angry with us?" said Kelsey, doing her best to look guilty, at which she was failing.
"No, I'm just worried about you two."
"What are you worried about?"
"I'm worried that sooner or later, you two will...well...that you two will do something that you'll both regret."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just worried that you two..." Neville paused. "I'm going to tell you something that will hopefully get my point across." He turned to Ron. "When your parents, Harry and Hermione, were about to start their last year at Hogwarts (they had been together for about a few months already), they came to The Leaky Cauldron with the Weasley's (and that includes your mother, Kelsey). Ron, your mother's room was right across from your father's room, and the night before school was to start, there was a thunderstorm."
"Did she get scared?" Ron asked. "I'm just wondering, because she's still a little afraid of thunder..."
"Yes, she did get scared, Ron, and she went into your father's room, where she was comforted, and...other things happened," Neville finished lamely.
"What 'other things'?" said Ron.
"They ended up having...sex...and-"
"Is that how- I mean when- Jamie and Aphrodite were conceived?"
"No. They were conceived after your parents got married- Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that I don't want you two to do the same thing, something that you'll regret."
"Dad, we're not going to-"
But Neville wasn't listening. He looked at his watch, and saw that there was an hour left for lunch. He shooed them away, though not unkindly, and then he too walked up to the castle, and into the Great Hall.
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Later that night, Ron and Kelsey were in the common room, doing their homework. It was an essay given by Hagrid, and it had to explain the proper care of a Wigat, and everything besides. Ron had already filled up a roll and a half of parchment on the subject, for there was a surprising amount of information on the subject of Wigats.
Ron sighed, and dipped his quill in the ink bottle, and wrote the last bit of his essay: Hagrid had wanted them to tell him in the essay their genuine opinion on the Wigat, and Ron was doing just that. Ron wondered vaguely what all the Slytherins were putting for this part of the essay. When he finished, he put down his quill, rolled up his parchment, and replaced the cap on the ink bottle. He put his face in his hands.
"Ron, are you all right?"
Ron looked up, and found that Kelsey, who was sitting across from him at the small table, was looking at him with some concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "Just tired."
"Then why don't you go to bed?"
"Don't feel like it," Ron replied. But this wasn't true. He did want to go to bed, but there was something he wanted to discuss with Kelsey. This kiss he had shared with her. What did it mean? Did it mean she liked him? Probably. Did he like her? Yes, he loved her. More than anything. But what if he told Kelsey of his feelings? Would she be scared off? Ron decided to risk it.
"Kelsey, about that kiss earlier today..." he began.
"What about it?"
Ron took a deep breath. "Why did you do it?" He looked up to find Kelsey looking at him with a strange expression, almost of sadness.
"Because...I wanted to..." she said awkwardly.
"You didn't just want to," said Ron. "There has to be another reason."
"You were feeling bad about yourself. I wanted to make you feel better."
"By leading me on?!" Ron said in a hurt voice.
"No! I never meant to do anything like that!"
"Then why?"
"You kissed me, too! Afterwards, you did. Why'd you do it?
"Answer my question, and I'll answer yours."
Kelsey looked down at the floor. For some reason she had tears in her eyes.
"I kissed because I..." Ron couldn't make out the rest of what she said, because she mumbled it.
"What?"
Kelsey looked at Ron, with something close to anger in her face.
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!"
Kelsey put her hands over her mouth and looked horrified. Ron stared at her, his mouth open.
"You...? I-"
"-hate me, don't you?"
"No...no, I don't hate you."
"Then...?"
Ron shook his head, and gave a small laugh.
"Kels...I've loved you from the day I first met you."
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Later, when Ron was in bed, he smiled to himself, glad that he had finally told Kelsey that he loved her. Happy that Kelsey felt the same way about him. He rolled over and fell asleep.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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The next day, after breakfast, and after Potions, all the Gryffindor fifth years had Care of Magical Creatures, which was still being taught by Hagrid. They also had this class with the Slytherins, which wasn't a very good thing, because the Slytherins were always trying to disrupt the class. Most of the time, luckily, they didn't succeed.
The fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were waiting at Hagrid's cabin; Hagrid had gone off into the pumpkin patch to get the creature that they were supposed to be studying. He came back with the creature none too soon, for Corsair Malfoy and Theodore Goyle had been taunting the Gryffindors.
The creature that Hagrid brought out was very unusual. It had the head of a cat, half the body of a pig, and the other half of the body was that of a cow, complete with udder. There was a forked tail that emitted purple sparks. The creature opened it's mouth, and out of it came the most peculiar sound. It was the sound of a trumpet with a muffler on it..
"What, in the name of Merlin, is THAT?" said Malfoy.
"This is a Wigat," said Hagrid.
"A what?" Malfoy repeated.
"A Wigat," said Hagrid. "It lives in the forest. This here creature is the only one left of it's kind."
"I wonder why," said Ron whispered to Kelsey in a sarcastic voice. "It's ugly."
"I think it's cute," Kelsey whispered back.
"Yeah, in it's own twisted way."
Kelsey rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to Hagrid, who was telling the class on how to take care of the Wigat.
"And why would we want to take care of it?" said Corsair Malfoy. "I mean, really, what's the point? It's the only creature left of it's kind, so please explain to me why exactly we should be taking care of it."
"Shut up, Malfoy," said Kelsey. "I wish YOU were the only of your kind left."
"You mean a wizard?"
"No, a useless, egotistical pureblood moron who thinks too much of himself. Not to mention a son of a b-"
Ron quickly put his hand over Kelsey's mouth. "Kels, don't!"
"Wise move, Potter."
"You there, are you listenin'?" Hagrid had finished telling the class about the Wigat.
"Yes, Hagrid," said Kelsey.
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"That was a good lesson, wasn't it?" Ron asked Kelsey. He, Kelsey, and the rest of the Gryffindors were making their way to the greenhouses, and were discussing the lesson; some with amusement, others with disgust, and yet others who were torn between the two.
When the group reached the greenhouses, they found that the fifth year Hufflepuffs were waiting outside also.
"He's in there, he just hasn't got any classes in there," said a Hufflepuff, in response to Ron asking her why they were all waiting outside.
"But if he hasn't got a class in there-" began Ron.
"He's probably just getting something extra-special ready for us," said Kelsey.
Ron turned to Kelsey. "You make it sound as though your dad is the Hagrid of Herbology."
"Well, he is," said Kelsey. "You should see the sort of stuff he takes care of at my house."
Ron could see that Kelsey was about to say something more, but he didn't want her to talk herself to death, so he did the next best thing to telling her to be quiet: he kissed her on the lips.
"Kels, I already have seen the sort of stuff you dad looks after. You live right next door to me, remember?"
Kelsey blushed, not caring that half the class was looking at herself and Ron.
"Yeah, I think I recall-"
But she didn't get to finish her sentence, because Neville came outside, and looked curiously at Ron and he daughter, and at half the class staring at them.
"Dad!"
"Hello, Kelsey," said Neville, before turning to the rest of class. "Well, class time started a minute ago, inside, all of you."
The fifth year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors filed into the classroom, and went to their usual seats, Kelsey and Ron being in the front.
"Kelsey, Ron, you've already learned how to take care of this particular plant, so you don't need to pay attention. You will, however," Neville continued, as Kelsey gave Ron a high-five, "need to be quiet as I explain to the rest of the class what we are doing. And afterwards, you might be going around, helping your classmates with the assignment."
Kelsey groaned at hearing this, but nobody heard her because Neville was busy explaining the day's assignment. When he was done, he didn't make Kelsey and Ron go around and help the class, that's what he, Neville, was doing, but they did have to keep watch over everyone to make sure that nothing went wrong.
During the entire Herbology class, Ron and Kelsey kept flirting with each other when they thought no one was watching, about which they were wrong. Someone was watching them flirt, however, and that someone was Neville. He vaguely thought that he'd have a word with them after class, and stiffened his resolve after he saw them kiss each other. He didn't know why that them kissing was bothering him. Maybe it was because he just wasn't ready to let his daughter go. Though if she did get married to Ron... They're too young to get married, Neville told himself. Though they won't be in a couple years... Neville gave his head a little shake, and bent down to give Westley Davis some help on pruning the plant.
"Now that you are all done pruning this unusual little plant, I would like you to put your plants away over by the door, and then you are free to go," said Neville. The class did exactly this, and Ron and Kelsey, who were at the back of the line heading out of the class toward lunch, stopped when Neville called them. "Ron, Kelsey! A word, if you please."
"What is it, Professor?" Ron asked, when he and Kelsey reached the teacher's desk. He normally just called his teacher Neville, but he was at school now, and needed to show some respect.
"I want to know what's going on between you two," said Neville, looking from his daughter to Ron.
"Dad, what do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean," said Neville. "Throughout the entire class today, I saw you two flirting with each other, and kissing-"
"Honest, we only kissed once!" said Ron.
"Oh, so you're admitting...?"
"Are you angry with us?" said Kelsey, doing her best to look guilty, at which she was failing.
"No, I'm just worried about you two."
"What are you worried about?"
"I'm worried that sooner or later, you two will...well...that you two will do something that you'll both regret."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just worried that you two..." Neville paused. "I'm going to tell you something that will hopefully get my point across." He turned to Ron. "When your parents, Harry and Hermione, were about to start their last year at Hogwarts (they had been together for about a few months already), they came to The Leaky Cauldron with the Weasley's (and that includes your mother, Kelsey). Ron, your mother's room was right across from your father's room, and the night before school was to start, there was a thunderstorm."
"Did she get scared?" Ron asked. "I'm just wondering, because she's still a little afraid of thunder..."
"Yes, she did get scared, Ron, and she went into your father's room, where she was comforted, and...other things happened," Neville finished lamely.
"What 'other things'?" said Ron.
"They ended up having...sex...and-"
"Is that how- I mean when- Jamie and Aphrodite were conceived?"
"No. They were conceived after your parents got married- Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that I don't want you two to do the same thing, something that you'll regret."
"Dad, we're not going to-"
But Neville wasn't listening. He looked at his watch, and saw that there was an hour left for lunch. He shooed them away, though not unkindly, and then he too walked up to the castle, and into the Great Hall.
.
Later that night, Ron and Kelsey were in the common room, doing their homework. It was an essay given by Hagrid, and it had to explain the proper care of a Wigat, and everything besides. Ron had already filled up a roll and a half of parchment on the subject, for there was a surprising amount of information on the subject of Wigats.
Ron sighed, and dipped his quill in the ink bottle, and wrote the last bit of his essay: Hagrid had wanted them to tell him in the essay their genuine opinion on the Wigat, and Ron was doing just that. Ron wondered vaguely what all the Slytherins were putting for this part of the essay. When he finished, he put down his quill, rolled up his parchment, and replaced the cap on the ink bottle. He put his face in his hands.
"Ron, are you all right?"
Ron looked up, and found that Kelsey, who was sitting across from him at the small table, was looking at him with some concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "Just tired."
"Then why don't you go to bed?"
"Don't feel like it," Ron replied. But this wasn't true. He did want to go to bed, but there was something he wanted to discuss with Kelsey. This kiss he had shared with her. What did it mean? Did it mean she liked him? Probably. Did he like her? Yes, he loved her. More than anything. But what if he told Kelsey of his feelings? Would she be scared off? Ron decided to risk it.
"Kelsey, about that kiss earlier today..." he began.
"What about it?"
Ron took a deep breath. "Why did you do it?" He looked up to find Kelsey looking at him with a strange expression, almost of sadness.
"Because...I wanted to..." she said awkwardly.
"You didn't just want to," said Ron. "There has to be another reason."
"You were feeling bad about yourself. I wanted to make you feel better."
"By leading me on?!" Ron said in a hurt voice.
"No! I never meant to do anything like that!"
"Then why?"
"You kissed me, too! Afterwards, you did. Why'd you do it?
"Answer my question, and I'll answer yours."
Kelsey looked down at the floor. For some reason she had tears in her eyes.
"I kissed because I..." Ron couldn't make out the rest of what she said, because she mumbled it.
"What?"
Kelsey looked at Ron, with something close to anger in her face.
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!"
Kelsey put her hands over her mouth and looked horrified. Ron stared at her, his mouth open.
"You...? I-"
"-hate me, don't you?"
"No...no, I don't hate you."
"Then...?"
Ron shook his head, and gave a small laugh.
"Kels...I've loved you from the day I first met you."
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Later, when Ron was in bed, he smiled to himself, glad that he had finally told Kelsey that he loved her. Happy that Kelsey felt the same way about him. He rolled over and fell asleep.
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