Chapter 2: Ickle Ronniekins

Disclaimer: Yes, I still own nothing. My parents looked at me weird when I asked if I could buy Hogwarts…o.O

You sat down across from Hermione in the Great Hall, looking at the spread. Roast chicken, bangers and mash, and the great American cheeseburger. They also had spiced carrots, rice, green beans, summer squash and French fries. For dessert there was sticky toffee pudding and chocolate soufflé.

"Wow, this is impressive!" you remarked to Hermione.

"Yeah, it all tastes really good too!"

You served yourself a cheeseburger, spiced carrots, summer squash and French fries. You also had a helping of both the pudding and soufflé.

"So, the yank started to eat before us, did she?" a smirking Fred Weasley remarked, entering the Great Hall with George, Harry and Ron in tow.

"Well, yes, so it seems my boy." You gave him a smile.

Fred sat next to Hermione, Ron on her other side while George sat on your left and Harry on your right.

"So, what year are you all in?"

(A/N: yeah, I'm totally pretending Gred and Forge never left so they are in year 7 while the trio and Victoria are in year 6!)

"Well," George replied, mouth full of mashed potatoes, "me and Fred here are in our 7th year. Are you in ickle Ronniekins grade?" he said with a knowing smirk, Ron always got so mad when he was called that.

Sure enough, you glanced at Ron, and his ears were crimson. "Don't-call-me-that!" he said through clenched teeth.

"Ron, what year are you in?" you asked, trying to calm him down.

"Uhhh, err..." He replied, stammering, gazing at you from across the table.

"We're 6th year." Harry answered for him. "What year are you?"

"I'm 6th year as well." You said, smiling at Ron. He turned pink.

Hermione noticed that you and Ron were staring at each other, and had an idea.

"Ron," Hermione started, "Why don't you show Vicky around our school?"

"Oh, yes Ron, please do!" you said to him, flushing pink yourself.

"Erm, sure, alright." He said, flustered, rising from the bench at the table.

"Have fun you two love birds!" George called after you.

You turn, give him a cheeky smile, then frown and flip him off.

"Bit of a viper, that one, eh?"

TBC

A/N: Sorry I know this chapters short, but we have to start somewhere! RR!