JUST RON

by: Black Is Back

Chapter 2- The Secret

Secret? I don't have a secret! She thought to herself as she walked to the Great Hall. Well I did steal the pen from Gringotts but no, that couldn't be it. He sounded as though it was a big secret.

When she entered the Great Hall she spotted Ron and Harry getting up from their seats. Her stomach was grumbling quietly but she decided that if she were ever going to get back on track with her schoolwork then class would have to come before food.

Ron and Harry made their way over to Hermione and together they made their way into the corridor. They stopped near one of the staircases to see which classes they had next.

"I have Muggle Studies next. Harry don't you have it with me?" she said nonchalantly.

"Nope. That would be me," Ron said with a cute grin on his face.

"Oh, okay," Hermione replied with a sweet smile then turned to Harry, "What class do you have then?"

"I have Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts with Dumbledore," Harry said excitedly as he looked at his watch, "which I'm going to be late to. See you guys in the common room after class then?"

"Bye Harry," Hermione and Ron said in unison.

Hermione turned around and started heading up the stairs to class.

"So, Ron, how are your- Ron?" She looked to both sides of her but he wasn't there. She looked over her shoulder and Ron was standing at the bottom of the staircase standing very, very close to a pretty fifth year Hermione recognized as her old boyfriend's sister, Sheena Finnigan. Something about this made Hermione uneasy.

"Ron," Hermione said impatiently.

With a goodbye hug from Sheena, Ron strolled up the stairs to Hermione as if he just stopped to tie his shoe. A very pretty shoe.

"It's very rude to walk away from someone that's taking to you, you know," Hermione said very matter-of-factly.

"Sorry 'Mione but she wanted to talk to me. I mean did you see her? That was Seamus' little sister. She's had a thing for me since last year. Weird huh?" Ron said trying to brush it off but acting very smug nonetheless.

"Sure Ron, whatever."

Why is this bothering me so much? She asked herself. After all it IS just Ron.

The word's 'just Ron' kept repeating themselves in Hermione's head, so much that they were distracting her all through class. The thing was that somewhere in the back of her mind something snapped into place and she realized that he wasn't just Ron anymore.
He was, as many knew him to be, Ron Weasley, one of the most popular boys in the school, Quidditch Captain, and Head Boy.