Hey, everyone! While I have been helping out SweetSpirit13 with one of her
HP stories, this is my very own FIRST Harry Potter Fanfic! *rubs hands
together and cackles with glee* I would LOOOOVE love love love reviews,
whatever kind they are! So, sit back and enjoy! This will be installed in
chapters because I'm mean and want to drag out the suspense!
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Cherrio chaps!
It was another new year at Hogwarts. Ron sat slumped in his seat on the Hogwarts Express watching his friends. Hermione was laughing about something Harry had said, who was also being doted on by his sister – disgusting. Not only that, but Pavarti and Lavender were in the car giggling and throwing themselves at Harry. Ron crossed his arms over his chest.
They were in their sixth year. Harry had grown tall and straight, his black hair was as scraggly as ever and his big green eyes with long black eyelashes were irresistible to girls. To top it off he had real facial hair growing on his cheeks and chin. REAL FACIAL HAIR! To make it that much worse, Harry hadn't even attempted to shave it off and girls were going batty!
Ron slumped lower. Sure, he'd grown tall, like a weed, but his arms were gangly, his red hair was hopeless, whatever style it was in, his dull blue eyes were hardly romantic, and he just couldn't pull off the charm. He somehow always said the wrong thing. Lavender just then squealed with laughter and threw her arm around Harry's shoulder who was grinning ridiculously. Ron thought he'd puke.
"I'll be right back," he mumbled and pushed past the lot.
"Ron, where you going?" Harry called after him. Ron ignored him and walked down the corridor of the rocking train car. He couldn't wait for this trip to end and he could get into his old familiar bed at Hogwarts, shut the drapes and ignore the whole miserable world. Ron opened the door between the cars and breathed the cool rushing air. Just as he was beginning to cool off an oily voice floated over to his ears.
"Go ahead, Weasley. Throw yourself off and end your miserable existence. It would be one less mouth for your father to feed. Maybe your sister would be able to get a new pair of shoes." Ron stiffened and slammed the door shut. Wheeling around he confronted Draco Malfoy.
"Shut it, Malfoy, before I tear your head off," he spat through clenched teeth. Draco laughed and shook his head.
"Just the sort of reaction I'd expect out of you, you mud-blood lover. Did you get made prefect again? We know how much that helped your reputation last time." Draco himself was flashing a gold "P" badge on his chest. Ron clenched his fists. Sure, he'd been made prefect again, but according to rumor, just barely. Harry had been a close second for the job. This, however, was not a time to be provoking him on any level.
Ron was saved from assaulting the smirking Draco by Lavender and Pavarti leaving the coach. Ron brushed past Draco and the girls and stomped into the coach. He slammed the door and plopped back into his seat.
"Ron, what's the matter?" Hermione sat next to him and Ginny smiled at her brother. Harry sat across from Ron and lightly kicked his knee.
"What's the matter, mate?" Ron ignored everyone and looked out at the darkening landscape. Ginny spoke up.
"I heard Draco's voice outside." Hermione frowned.
"Did he bother you?"
"Hey, I'll go out there and show that white-faced, blue-blooded -" Harry volunteered shaking his fist.
"No!" Ron burst out, startling everyone. "Just come off it, all right? I can handle myself, and I don't need your help. Just leave me alone!" His friends' mouths hung open. They left him alone quick enough. Even Hermione could tell that something was bothering Ron and he wasn't ready to talk about it.
They eventually changed into their robes and arrived at the Hogsmede station. Ron was silent and brooding in the coach all the way up to the castle and his friends, while they didn't completely ignore him, steered pretty much clear of him. Ron couldn't help but stare at Harry most of the time. He was so suave, confident, and masculine. Ron felt like he could choke him, which made him even more depressed. This was Harry! His best friend from the beginning! How could he feel that way toward him?
The night was clear and the ceiling of the great hall sparkled with stars. Ron didn't say anything to the others during the sorting of the first years. However, he did perk up a bit when a new 6th year transfer student was sorted. She was meek and pretty, with big brown eyes, golden brown hair, and freckles. He managed a smile at her when she was sorted into Gryffindor and sat down at their table. She smiled back, blushing a little and Ron's heart soared. It was then that he turned to grin at Harry to find HE was smiling as well! Ron's stomach fell. She hadn't been smiling at him. She'd been smiling at Harry all along!
Dinner couldn't have come fast enough. Everyone's appetite was monstrous! Everyone, that is, except for Ron. He took a few bites then stood up.
"I'm going up to bed. See you around," he announced to no one in particular. Ron drifted upstairs, his mind swarmed by his jealousy and his anger. Right now the whole world might as well be against him. He didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't even care about being a prefect. Nothing mattered at all. He stopped abruptly in front of the painting of the Fat Lady, his stomach dropping. Something had just occurred to him.
Quidditch. Quidditch mattered very much to him. He'd been practicing over the summer. Even Fred and George had spent extra time away from their business to get him into top form. It hadn't gone nearly as well as they'd liked, and now Ron was going to have to face his team... face Harry the brilliant seeker, face Draco Malfoy and his sniveling cronies, and the whole school! Ron gasped. What if he wasn't even on the team this year?? He sank down onto the stone floor.
"Well, are you going to be coming in or not?" The Fat Lady was gazing down at him incredulously. Ron dragged himself up.
"Pickle Juice Lollipops," he mumbled. The painting swung open and he stumbled in and up to his bedroom. His trunk already placed neatly at the end of his bed, Ron flopped down onto the fluffy comforter, burying his face in the feather pillow. He felt a sudden longing for his pet rat Scabbers, but alas, even he had left him! Ron willed himself not to cry and buried his face deeper into his pillow. What was he going to do? His life was awful and there was nothing he could do to change it. Just as he was thinking he couldn't go on any longer there was a knock at his door.
"You there, Ron?" a timid voice sounded from his doorway.
He lifted his head just enough to be able to yell, "Go away!"
"Oh, stop it, for goodness sakes! And Mum says you're supposed to be my example." Ginny walked into the room and sat at the end of the bed.
Ron sat up, rubbing his cheeks and faced his sister. "What are you doing here?"
"Harry says he's worried about you. He thinks you're mad at him." Ron scowled.
"And he couldn't come talk to me himself?! Some friend!" Ginny sighed.
"Ron, he probably knew you'd tear his head off. And frankly, I'm probably the only one you don't scare. So, tell me what the matter is."
"I'm not pouring out my soul to a GIRL," he grumbled stubbornly. Ginny glared at him.
"I'm only your sister, Ronald. I know how you think, and I don't want to have to put up with you and your stupid temper this whole year-"
"So don't!" he interrupted her with a yell. She ignored him and continued.
"Either tell me what the problem is, or I'm going to owl Mum that you're unfit for school work and she'll make you come home!"
"GOOD! GOOD! I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE MY LIFE, I HATE GIRLS, AND I HATE HARRY! So, please, TELL Mum, why don't you! Put me out of my misery!" He breathed heavily, his face red. Ginny's eyes were wide with shock.
"Oh, Ron," she breathed. "You don't mean that do you?"
"Of course, I mean it. Now just leave me alone already." Ginny, however, did not leave, but sat thinking for a moment.
"I know what this is about, Ron. You're jealous of Harry. I don't blame you. He's tall, and handsome, and he's been shaving all summer -"
"Oh, rub it in, why don't you? And he has NOT been shaving. Just look at him! He's grown all that just to get the girls! It makes me sick!"
"See, you are jealous! Ron, all that doesn't matter. Sure, he's good at Quidditch. Sure, he gets a lot of attention from girls. But, he's not a prefect, and he doesn't have your sense of humor. In fact I'd say he's TOO serious half the time. Not only that, I've been watching him, and he is getting a little carried away with his facial hair. I think it's going to his head." Ron sat and digested this. He knew his sister wouldn't lie just to make him feel better. He rubbed his fist across his nose.
"I don't think I can take it anymore. I'm tired of being in his shadow. I can't compete with him." He slumped his shoulders in defeat. Ginny scooted over to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Then don't. Just be yourself Ron. You'd be surprised how many people like you."
"Yeah, like who?" he frowned doubtfully.
"Well, you know that girl who's the new transfer student? She asked me about you. She said you have a nice smile." The corner of Ron's mouth twitched.
"You mean, she really was smiling at me? I thought it had been Harry." Ginny smiled.
"Why don't you talk to her when she comes up later? She's supposed to be rooming with Hermione and me. She's really quite nice. I think you'd like her." Ron blushed slightly.
"I don't know. I don't think -"
"Don't start with that thinking, Ron! She already likes you. So, just be yourself! And don't worry about Harry. He'll come round eventually and realize what a lousy chap he's been. If he doesn't Hermione and I'll fix him."
"You don't have to fight my battles for me, Ginny. I can take care of Harry." Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I do what I can, Ron. I'll stay out of it for now, but the moment I see you ready to commit murder, believe me I'm going to do something." Ron nodded silently and sighed.
"I'm really hungry." At this Ginny grinned.
"I thought you might be." She pulled a napkin out of her pocket filled with meat pies and handed it to him.
"Oh, you're brilliant!" He grabbed the meat pies hungrily.
"I'll see you later," she waved and left the room. As Ron ate the meat pies he felt a peacefulness, confidence and happiness fill him.
Ron was just finishing the last pie when Harry walked in. He immediately went to check on Hedwig who was sleeping and then nonchalantly asked,
"So, Ron, how's it going?"
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It was another new year at Hogwarts. Ron sat slumped in his seat on the Hogwarts Express watching his friends. Hermione was laughing about something Harry had said, who was also being doted on by his sister – disgusting. Not only that, but Pavarti and Lavender were in the car giggling and throwing themselves at Harry. Ron crossed his arms over his chest.
They were in their sixth year. Harry had grown tall and straight, his black hair was as scraggly as ever and his big green eyes with long black eyelashes were irresistible to girls. To top it off he had real facial hair growing on his cheeks and chin. REAL FACIAL HAIR! To make it that much worse, Harry hadn't even attempted to shave it off and girls were going batty!
Ron slumped lower. Sure, he'd grown tall, like a weed, but his arms were gangly, his red hair was hopeless, whatever style it was in, his dull blue eyes were hardly romantic, and he just couldn't pull off the charm. He somehow always said the wrong thing. Lavender just then squealed with laughter and threw her arm around Harry's shoulder who was grinning ridiculously. Ron thought he'd puke.
"I'll be right back," he mumbled and pushed past the lot.
"Ron, where you going?" Harry called after him. Ron ignored him and walked down the corridor of the rocking train car. He couldn't wait for this trip to end and he could get into his old familiar bed at Hogwarts, shut the drapes and ignore the whole miserable world. Ron opened the door between the cars and breathed the cool rushing air. Just as he was beginning to cool off an oily voice floated over to his ears.
"Go ahead, Weasley. Throw yourself off and end your miserable existence. It would be one less mouth for your father to feed. Maybe your sister would be able to get a new pair of shoes." Ron stiffened and slammed the door shut. Wheeling around he confronted Draco Malfoy.
"Shut it, Malfoy, before I tear your head off," he spat through clenched teeth. Draco laughed and shook his head.
"Just the sort of reaction I'd expect out of you, you mud-blood lover. Did you get made prefect again? We know how much that helped your reputation last time." Draco himself was flashing a gold "P" badge on his chest. Ron clenched his fists. Sure, he'd been made prefect again, but according to rumor, just barely. Harry had been a close second for the job. This, however, was not a time to be provoking him on any level.
Ron was saved from assaulting the smirking Draco by Lavender and Pavarti leaving the coach. Ron brushed past Draco and the girls and stomped into the coach. He slammed the door and plopped back into his seat.
"Ron, what's the matter?" Hermione sat next to him and Ginny smiled at her brother. Harry sat across from Ron and lightly kicked his knee.
"What's the matter, mate?" Ron ignored everyone and looked out at the darkening landscape. Ginny spoke up.
"I heard Draco's voice outside." Hermione frowned.
"Did he bother you?"
"Hey, I'll go out there and show that white-faced, blue-blooded -" Harry volunteered shaking his fist.
"No!" Ron burst out, startling everyone. "Just come off it, all right? I can handle myself, and I don't need your help. Just leave me alone!" His friends' mouths hung open. They left him alone quick enough. Even Hermione could tell that something was bothering Ron and he wasn't ready to talk about it.
They eventually changed into their robes and arrived at the Hogsmede station. Ron was silent and brooding in the coach all the way up to the castle and his friends, while they didn't completely ignore him, steered pretty much clear of him. Ron couldn't help but stare at Harry most of the time. He was so suave, confident, and masculine. Ron felt like he could choke him, which made him even more depressed. This was Harry! His best friend from the beginning! How could he feel that way toward him?
The night was clear and the ceiling of the great hall sparkled with stars. Ron didn't say anything to the others during the sorting of the first years. However, he did perk up a bit when a new 6th year transfer student was sorted. She was meek and pretty, with big brown eyes, golden brown hair, and freckles. He managed a smile at her when she was sorted into Gryffindor and sat down at their table. She smiled back, blushing a little and Ron's heart soared. It was then that he turned to grin at Harry to find HE was smiling as well! Ron's stomach fell. She hadn't been smiling at him. She'd been smiling at Harry all along!
Dinner couldn't have come fast enough. Everyone's appetite was monstrous! Everyone, that is, except for Ron. He took a few bites then stood up.
"I'm going up to bed. See you around," he announced to no one in particular. Ron drifted upstairs, his mind swarmed by his jealousy and his anger. Right now the whole world might as well be against him. He didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't even care about being a prefect. Nothing mattered at all. He stopped abruptly in front of the painting of the Fat Lady, his stomach dropping. Something had just occurred to him.
Quidditch. Quidditch mattered very much to him. He'd been practicing over the summer. Even Fred and George had spent extra time away from their business to get him into top form. It hadn't gone nearly as well as they'd liked, and now Ron was going to have to face his team... face Harry the brilliant seeker, face Draco Malfoy and his sniveling cronies, and the whole school! Ron gasped. What if he wasn't even on the team this year?? He sank down onto the stone floor.
"Well, are you going to be coming in or not?" The Fat Lady was gazing down at him incredulously. Ron dragged himself up.
"Pickle Juice Lollipops," he mumbled. The painting swung open and he stumbled in and up to his bedroom. His trunk already placed neatly at the end of his bed, Ron flopped down onto the fluffy comforter, burying his face in the feather pillow. He felt a sudden longing for his pet rat Scabbers, but alas, even he had left him! Ron willed himself not to cry and buried his face deeper into his pillow. What was he going to do? His life was awful and there was nothing he could do to change it. Just as he was thinking he couldn't go on any longer there was a knock at his door.
"You there, Ron?" a timid voice sounded from his doorway.
He lifted his head just enough to be able to yell, "Go away!"
"Oh, stop it, for goodness sakes! And Mum says you're supposed to be my example." Ginny walked into the room and sat at the end of the bed.
Ron sat up, rubbing his cheeks and faced his sister. "What are you doing here?"
"Harry says he's worried about you. He thinks you're mad at him." Ron scowled.
"And he couldn't come talk to me himself?! Some friend!" Ginny sighed.
"Ron, he probably knew you'd tear his head off. And frankly, I'm probably the only one you don't scare. So, tell me what the matter is."
"I'm not pouring out my soul to a GIRL," he grumbled stubbornly. Ginny glared at him.
"I'm only your sister, Ronald. I know how you think, and I don't want to have to put up with you and your stupid temper this whole year-"
"So don't!" he interrupted her with a yell. She ignored him and continued.
"Either tell me what the problem is, or I'm going to owl Mum that you're unfit for school work and she'll make you come home!"
"GOOD! GOOD! I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE MY LIFE, I HATE GIRLS, AND I HATE HARRY! So, please, TELL Mum, why don't you! Put me out of my misery!" He breathed heavily, his face red. Ginny's eyes were wide with shock.
"Oh, Ron," she breathed. "You don't mean that do you?"
"Of course, I mean it. Now just leave me alone already." Ginny, however, did not leave, but sat thinking for a moment.
"I know what this is about, Ron. You're jealous of Harry. I don't blame you. He's tall, and handsome, and he's been shaving all summer -"
"Oh, rub it in, why don't you? And he has NOT been shaving. Just look at him! He's grown all that just to get the girls! It makes me sick!"
"See, you are jealous! Ron, all that doesn't matter. Sure, he's good at Quidditch. Sure, he gets a lot of attention from girls. But, he's not a prefect, and he doesn't have your sense of humor. In fact I'd say he's TOO serious half the time. Not only that, I've been watching him, and he is getting a little carried away with his facial hair. I think it's going to his head." Ron sat and digested this. He knew his sister wouldn't lie just to make him feel better. He rubbed his fist across his nose.
"I don't think I can take it anymore. I'm tired of being in his shadow. I can't compete with him." He slumped his shoulders in defeat. Ginny scooted over to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Then don't. Just be yourself Ron. You'd be surprised how many people like you."
"Yeah, like who?" he frowned doubtfully.
"Well, you know that girl who's the new transfer student? She asked me about you. She said you have a nice smile." The corner of Ron's mouth twitched.
"You mean, she really was smiling at me? I thought it had been Harry." Ginny smiled.
"Why don't you talk to her when she comes up later? She's supposed to be rooming with Hermione and me. She's really quite nice. I think you'd like her." Ron blushed slightly.
"I don't know. I don't think -"
"Don't start with that thinking, Ron! She already likes you. So, just be yourself! And don't worry about Harry. He'll come round eventually and realize what a lousy chap he's been. If he doesn't Hermione and I'll fix him."
"You don't have to fight my battles for me, Ginny. I can take care of Harry." Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I do what I can, Ron. I'll stay out of it for now, but the moment I see you ready to commit murder, believe me I'm going to do something." Ron nodded silently and sighed.
"I'm really hungry." At this Ginny grinned.
"I thought you might be." She pulled a napkin out of her pocket filled with meat pies and handed it to him.
"Oh, you're brilliant!" He grabbed the meat pies hungrily.
"I'll see you later," she waved and left the room. As Ron ate the meat pies he felt a peacefulness, confidence and happiness fill him.
Ron was just finishing the last pie when Harry walked in. He immediately went to check on Hedwig who was sleeping and then nonchalantly asked,
"So, Ron, how's it going?"
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