Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING… Except the plot…

This is starting off PG-13, but trust me; the 'R'-ness shall appear in later chapters.

The trio walked from Transfiguration to their History of magic class, chattering quietly to themselves about the previous lesson. "Ron, you really ought to realize that the spells you perform today really will be useful in the future, and you need to recognize them as such. They're not meant to be done so that you can simply pass the class." Hermione lectured. With no response from him, a now miffed Hermoine barked at him, waving a hand in front of his expressionless face. "Ron, where have you been lately?! You're never fully mentally active. I feel like I'm talking to a redheaded freckled brick wall, even more than usual."

"Yeah, Hermione, you never know just when you need to turn a pair of rotting boots into a pair of bookends." Ron replied, monotonously, his expression unfaltering.

It was Harry's turn to pipe up. "Ron, are you sure you're okay? You look just about dead."

"Potter, you took the words right out of my mouth." Sneered the ever so familiar voice coming from a rather irritating platinum blonde. "Only, dead would have to be a compliment, I think. The dead, you see, are more up to date with their clothing selections, the dead have more money, even though they've given it all away, and the dead…" Malfoy paused to chuckle to himself "Are by far more attractive."

Malfoy snickered, covering up his disappointment. He didn't get an insult back… not even a flushed look from the Weasley boy. Before Malfoys cronies even got over the hilarity of his remarks, Draco Malfoy glanced back the three. Harry and Hermoine were obviously disgruntled and Ron, bless him hadn't even looked at him throughout his torment. Not even his ears had turned red, or a glare from his grey-green eyes. Didn't the Weasley boy know? The soul reason Draco picked on him so, was to see his reaction. To see the cute flustered expression upon his perfect freckled face.

That's right, perfect.

His perfectly toned skin, his simply kissable pale pink pouted lips, his youthful freckled cheeks, and his gorgeous grey and green eyes. He was sure that they had all sorts of colors in them, besides those two. Flecks of gold, and silver, maybe. And of course, the freckles added the perfect finishing touch. And well, this was just his face. Draco could go on for weeks on end about what he fantasized were under those hand me down clothes. He could go on and on about how gorgeous Ron's skin was, tanned just so, and freckled, he was sure Ron's arms, back and shoulders were freckled. Oh, what Draco would do with that wonderful body that boy had…No, he didn't know. He couldn't know.

Nobody could.

Ron snapped out of his daze as Draco walked away, his henchmen howling with laughter. He didn't want to know what was so funny because he was pretty sure it was him. Hermione was beside herself with praise. "Wow, Ron, I'm impressed. You took that very well. You didn't even cringe. You're learning to deal with that ferret Malfoy very well. I must say Ron, I'm as proud of you as I am impressed." Hermione babbled about such until she was cut off. "Well uh… thanks, 'Mione. I can't say I'm not pleased with myself for that one." That was a lie. He was nearly completely oblivious to the stunt Draco Malfoy had just pulled on him. He was just lost in thought that's all… Drowned in his thoughts, actually. He didn't care much for what Malfoy had to say all that much, anyway. He had far more important things to ponder about than how to get Malfoy's sorry ass back for the insults that he didn't know of.

Though he hated the subject, and he wasn't about to admit it, Ron Weasley was becoming better and better at Divination. And he was becoming awfully good at predicting things.

Okay, I admit, that was a pretty bad way to end a chapter. My first chapter of my first fanfic, mind you.

I won't enjoy writing to myself, of which will be the case, if I don't get any reviews so feel free.

Cheers.

Charlotte