Alright after, like, literally a year and a day (not really…but seriously about a half a year) I'm continuing this story! I do really like it but I just never got around to it! Believe me, it definitely won't be as long for another chapter, I have practically the whole thing planned out already.

Cassie x

Chapter 2: No Bullies Allowed

"Alright. Here is the portrait. Password is 'Slytherin rules'…your dormitory is 3rd floor on the left. Don't piss a Slytherin off and don't mess anything up," the prefect snapped scornfully, leaving as hurriedly as their pace was getting there.

Upon entering the common room, Ron was greeted by a pig-tailed blonde who he recognized from Potions class. A bit book smart like Hermoine but much nicer and quieter…wonder how she got in Slytherin?

"Hi Ron…came to visit for a bit?" she asked with a pleasant smile.

Ron masked his scowl with a smile to match hers, "Yeah, a couple days actually. S'a long story but my bed broke."

"Ah okay, well…welcome to Slytherin. Your rooms are on the 3rd floor, like ours but you are on the left. Blaise isn't in much so don't expect him…don't know where he goes but I don't want to know," she shrugged, brushing a pig-tail off her shoulder. "Draco and Vincent are in there currently…try and have some fun, yeah?"

"Urm, alright. Yeah. Thanks," Ron replied, heading up the staircase.

Another redhead entered the common room before Ron was half way up the stairs. "Ron," the familiar voice shouted behind him. Ron turned around to face Percy.

"Just heard, everything okay?" he asked, catching up to his younger brother.

Ron slumped down on a step. "Oh yes, just swimming here," he caustically remarked.

"Glad to see you're excited for this," Percy replied, joining his brother on the staircase. "Sorry about being so quick with you earlier."

Ron's eyes widened slightly. Apologizing? Percy never apologized for being a prat. "S'alright. How did everything go with Oliver?" he asked as Percy sat beside him.

"Just great," Percy exclaimed with a smile. When was the last time he saw Percy smile? He can't remember that far back.

Ron smirked, "What were you two fighting about anyways?" he inquired.

"What do you have that look on your face for?" Percy asked cautiously. "You look like Fred and George and that is never a good sign."

Ron just stared at him and shook his head, "Oh I don't know. You're just acting different lately, the old Percy wouldn't check up on me, or act comforting and smile…"

Percy shifted and stared back at him, "Ron, what are you getting at?"

"You two weren't actually fighting were you?" Ron asked conspiratorially.

Percy shifted his seating, wincing. "No, we were fighting, Ronald. It ended nicely though," he responded, the air of finality convinced Ron. He hadn't gotten much information out of his brother, ever, so this was an improvement.

Shrugging, Ron's thoughts shifted back to the situation at hand. "You will come to save me when things get rough, right?" he asked earnestly with wide eyes.

"Not if, when? Don't be so pessimistic," Percy scolded, shoving the younger boy playfully.

"Yeah, but I'll be with Malfoy and his imbecilic droogs…they'll beat me up the moment I settle in," Ron whined. "Damn you and Oliver for breaking the last beds," he teased with a playful shove of his own.

"Ouch…it's not like we broke the beds, it wasn't some conspiracy, either. Just a coincidence," Percy's gaze fleeted. "Fred and George broke most of the them with their stupid inventions, need I remind you?" he added, shifting the attention from his blushing cheeks, as well as the blame.

Vengeful ideas were already formulating in Ron's mind. He replied, "But those bombs were awesome! I wish they would give me some to blow up Malfoy's bed."

Percy rolled his eyes as he stood up, wincing and putting his arm behind his back, "That won't make things better," he assured the smaller redhead. "I'm going with you to Draco's room to explain everything…I'm sure Snape knows by now," another cringe as he took a step up, "Ron, please be reasonable."

Ron sighed and got up, shoving Percy again, "You still suck for taking the last bed."

"Will you stop that? I have a bruise there!" Percy hissed, rubbing his shoulder.

Ron glanced strangely at his brother, "You never fly or do anything strenuous…" his hands balled into fists, "Did Oliver hit you?" he demanded, jumping to conclusions.

"Oh gods no Ron! He would never intentionally hurt me, I'm his tutor and he wouldn't be able to bear a strike from helping him out," Percy reassured Ron, urging him up the stairs.

"So how…" Ron began before Percy cut in, "You are so full of questions tonight! I'm just sore from lack of sleep lately. Trust me, I'm fine. Now let's get you into your room. I should be getting back soon, Oliver doesn't have much time for his project he put off in Divination, his weakest subject," Percy insisted, opening the door into his year's dormitory.

Slightly bigger than his own, Ron took in the sight of the amount of expensive looking pieces that collected in the room. Instead of Quidditch posters hung pieces of art and metallic silver snakes were everywhere. On the floor were two boys, one thin and blonde, one big and brunette, hunched over reading something, a book or magazine, it seemed…Ron couldn't tell by the lump of Crabbe in the way. The soundless entrance didn't disturb the two's discussion but Percy's clearing throat did. Draco was the first to rudely ask his purpose in his dorm, the both of them scowling.

"Well, it looks like you will be spending some time with Ronald here. His bed broke and since you have an extra one, he will be your roommate for the next few days or so. Dumbledore's orders," Percy informed the Slytherins.

"Oh great. How come we're stuck with him?" Crabbe spat out, closing the book and standing up to put it away.

Ron took a step forward, "Weren't you listening the past 10 seconds? You have an extra bed…can't say I'm surprised, who would want to share with you?" he sneered.

Draco abruptly stood up and Percy came between their gap. "You will get along or I will have to deduct major points from your house, understood?" Percy threatened, staring down Crabbe and Draco.

"Mind you, Mr. Weasley," A voice drew out sternly from behind Ron, "If anything happens, the both houses shall be losing the same amount of points, as well as detentions with me."

Ron grimaced; he knew Snape's threats all too well. Percy turned around to face his Potions teacher and bowed his head, "Of course professor. I take it you know…"

"Yes I know of the arrangements. Surely I would know before a Gryffindor prefect," he interrupted. "Behave while Mr. Weasley is here boys," he warned before leaving.

Percy put his hand on his brother's shoulder before exiting after Snape. Ron's eyes flickered from the green floor, to the silver ceiling, around the five neatly made beds, to Draco and Crabbe's eyes. "Where should I sleep?" he asked softly.

"This one," Draco informed the Gryffindor, pointing to the fourth in the row. "To the left, myself…to the right, Blaise, Vince, and Greg." Ron nodded in comprehension.

"Where's your trunk?" Crabbe inquired, the snarl still present on his face.

"Yeah, do you even have one?" Draco added, smirking.

Ron sighed and resisted becoming incensed. "It's supposed to come in a few minutes," he responded calmly.

Draco snorted and headed over to his bed at the end of the row and sat down, grabbing a parchment and his Potions book. Unsure of what to do next, Crabbe's vigilant eyes still on him, Ron shrugged uncomfortably. "Are there any rules I need to know about?" he asked, stabilizing himself against the wall.

"Well apart from 'don't talk to us'…" Crabbe snapped.

"Whenever you are in here," Draco interrupted his friend, "don't start fights with the younger kids just because they are the only ones you can beat," a smirk, "but really…if Vince, Greg, and myself are out, we're at Quidditch…if only Vince and Greg are gone, they'll be eating or studying in the library, most likely both. And if either myself or Blaise is gone, that's none of your concern…"

"Blaise is always gone," Crabbe cut in, laughing.

"Yes. So if you hear someone coming it at 1 or so, you'll know," Draco nodded. "So, now you know where your nannies will be…I'm first to shower and do not bother us if you can help it," Draco warned condescendingly.

Ron folded his arms. "I didn't need to know that stuff, but thanks. I won't bother you if you don't bother me," he replied bitterly.

"Guest's wish," Draco smirked.

"How long are you here for?" Crabbe demanded.

Ron shrugged. "Could be three days, could be five," he relayed the information previously stated. The two Slytherins sighed in tandem.

"Could you enlighten us on what happened exactly?" Draco inquisitively asked.

"Neville ate an animagus candy that turned him into an ape and he jumped one too many times on my bed," Ron explained, the three of them trying not to laugh.

"Oh the oaf! He must have really destroyed the thing," Draco snickered.

Ron's eyes rolled in disbelief, "You should see it Malfoy! It's literally in 6 pieces." The boys broke out into laughter at the incident. "So naturally, Dumbledore tells me absolutely no more beds are available! My stupid brothers helped with wiping out the supply of spares. Fred and George broke 5 or 6 of them and Percy and Oliver broke 2…all in the past month!" he added.

"Your brothers must be really wild in bed then," Draco teased, his voice laced with both amusement and sarcasm.

Ron let the comment slide and shook his head, "This doesn't happen at the Burrow, I can assure you." He quickly added, "Well I'm going back to the Tower, I'll be back only when I'm ready for bed," when he saw his luggage arrive, so neither Slytherin could say anything else spiteful.

"We won't wait up," Crabbe assured the redhead as he lifted his hand in a half wave to bid them farewell.

"So, how did it go? You don't have any missing teeth or ligaments…that's a good sign, yeah?" Harry teased when Ron returned.

Smiling, Ron replied, "Yeah, surprising eh? They actually weren't that bad. I mean, of course they're bastards but Snape told them to be civil so they have been…somewhat."

"That is surprising," Hermione added, walking up to the two Gryffindors.

"Hey," Harry nodded, "Ready to go?"

Hermoine adjusted her bag full of books and nodded back. Ron looked between the two in confusion, "What?"

"We're going to the library to start the DADA project since Harry has his scrimmage game against the Slytherins tomorrow," Hermione reminded the redhead.

Ron's eyes widened at the prospect of Quidditch, "Oh yeah! I forgot!"

"See you there?" Harry asked.

"No," Hermione firmly replied.

Ron's mouth, agape from being interrupted, dropped even further. "Why?" he asked.

"Big potions essay due?" Hermione stared at Ron, oblivious as always.

"Shit I forgot. I figured the one project was enough for one week," Ron groaned.

Hermione smirked at her genius, "Yes, so we will be in the library…why don't you come with us to get it started?" she suggested.

Ron nodded and got up, "Sure…and if I finish early tomorrow, I'll come watch you."

"Excellent," Harry replied, "It'll keep you away from Malfoy as well."

Ron sighed, "I can only hope." Pausing momentarily, his eyes widened. "Harry…come with me for a second…'Mione, we'll meet you there."

Hermione shrugged and started off as Harry blindly followed the redhead up the stairs to the 7th year rooms. Ron was desperate to prove his theory about his brother. As he guessed, a faint murmur was suppressed once again at the door.

"Do me a favour, Harry. Ask Oliver for something about Quidditch. Just do it…I'll stay behind," he persuaded the brunette.

Confused, but rather intrigued, Harry complied with a conspiratorial smile. Reduced to screaming and banging on the door, a very red but smiling Oliver emerged after a few minutes in a towel with music accompanying him after a flick of his wand.

Surprised at the sight, Harry fumbled for an excuse, "Um…what time…are we at the pitch again…to…tomorrow?" he asked, blushing.

Staring at Harry as if he might have the answer, Oliver began, "Um…uh…fi…"

"Oliver?" a whine resounded from the room that made Ron nearly choke on his suppressed laughter.

Oliver shook his head and cleared his throat, "Five. Be there on time," he said sternly before shutting the door in Harry's face. The music softened immediately after and Ron burst out laughing.

Harry looked directly at Ron with a look of complete puzzlement. "What was that about? Is that a silencing spell on the whole room?"

"Oh my gods," Ron smirked, grabbing Harry's hand and forcing him to move with him, back down to the library. "Have I got a story for you."