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Chapter 6: Iris

Ron is finally meeting Iris.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything here… just the plot and also my OC…

Ron went home that evening after talking to Hermione that afternoon. He drove back to the Burrow not expecting to meet anyone.

Ron opened the door. He yelled, "Ma, I'm home."

Mrs. Weasley said, "Oh, Ron's home. Please wait a bit dear." Then, she appeared in front of Ron. "Ron, I'm going to introduce you to someone… Clean yourself up and go to the living room once you're done."

Ron went upstairs and changed his clothes. He didn't know who he was going to meet. Then, a thought struck him. "Am I going to meet Iris?" He picked his best maroon shirt and got himself a pair of denim jeans. He combed his hair quickly.

He immediately went down the stairs and into the living room. He held his breath before he walked in.

"Iris," Mrs. Weasley said. "This is my son, Ronald."

Iris stood up. She was wearing a black tank top matched with black cargo pants. She wore black high-heel sandals. There were chains dangling from her pants. Her raven black hair was combed more on the left side and fastened with a hair clip.She may look exactly like a gangster but her face was clean from pierces.

Ron couldn't believe his eyes. 'Iris looked exactly like Hermione.' He thought. 'Well, except for her hair and eyes. She has sapphire-colored eyes. As I recall, Hermione has emerald-colored eyes.'

Iris said shyly, "Hi Ron."

'She's that shy? With that get-up?' Ron thought.

"Ronald, say something." Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"Uh… Hi." Ron quickly said.

There was complete silence in the living room until Mrs. Weasley said, "I'll go get us a cup of tea." She happily went into the kitchen.

"So, you're the famous Ronald Weasley, best friend of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. They say you are the one of those who help defeat the Dark Lord." Iris said.

Ron answered, "I'm not famous. Yes, I am Harry and Hermione's best friend and we defeated Voldemort together."

"Don't call him by that name." Iris immediately said. "You must refer to him as Lord Voldemort."

Ron answered, "Why should I? Are you one of his minions?"

Iris answered, "I am Iris Zabini, sister of Blaise Zabini. My father is a faithful Death Eater. He's now in jail because of you and your friends."

"Serves him right."

Iris pointed her wand at Ron. "I didn't agree with this at first. I don't want to marry someone who defeated my Lord."

Ron pointed his wand at her as well. "I didn't agree with this either."

Mrs. Weasley came in with a tray of tea. "You shouldn't be like that." Both of them placed their wands down.

Mrs. Weasley placed the tray on the table. "Iris, forgive my son for pointing his wand at you." She looked at her son. "I suppose you forgot your manners upstairs. Don't treat Iris like that."

"But, Mom, Iris is a Zabini! Her father tried to kill Harry, Hermione, and me." Ron protested.

"The past is past, Ron. Iris finally let that part of her go. Didn't you, Iris?"

Iris nodded. She sat down again.

Ron had no choice but to mutter. "Sorry." Ron sat down beside Iris. Iris didn't give any reaction.

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "You look so wonderful together."

Ron looked puzzled. 'I am supposed to live my life with this witch? No way.'

Iris slept over in the Burrow that night. Ron can barely sleep for he was thinking that Iris might attack.

The next day, Ron didn't go to work. He called that morning, saying that he was sick.

Mrs. Weasley said, "Good morning, Ron. Ready to go to work?"

Ron shook his head. "I'm not going to work today."

"Are you going out with Iris to make up from yesterday? What a wonderful idea. I'll go check up on her…" Mrs. Weasley went upstairs.

Ron wasn't able to object. So he just sat there, starting at his breakfast.

A few minutes later, Iris and Mrs. Weasley went to the dining room. Iris was totally different from the Iris last night. She was wearing a white sundress, a blue blazer, and blue flats. She ate her breakfast quietly.

Then, Mrs. Weasley said, "You better go now. The restaurants will be filled up any minute." They stood up and Mrs. Weasley pushed them a little, making them stand beside each other. "Why don't you use the Floo powder together? Stand in the fireplace."

A few moments later, they were in Diagon Alley. They walked together but they're not holding hands.

"Are you still the Iris I met last night?" Ron asked.

Iris muttered. "Your mother made me wear this. I don't like pastel colored stuff. I like my clothes dark."

Ron answered. "So do I."

Iris answered. "We got a lot of things in common then. We're both pureblood and love dark colors."

They passed a store which sells muggle grunge clothes. "Want to change, Iris?" Ron asked.

"Is that okay with you?" Iris asked.

Ron nodded. "I know that your clothes make you feel awkward."

Iris smiled. "Thanks."

Ron can't help but stare. 'She has her smile as well.'

They quickly entered the shop. There were few people there. Iris quickly browsed for tank tops.

Ron watched her. 'She has that same enthusiasm on clothes that Hermione has on books.'

Author's Notes: There you have it. This is chapter 6… hope you like it… and review…