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Chapter 2: The Inner Workings of Ron's Mind

RON'S POV.

It was the start of a new day. And a new year at Hogwarts.

I remember my first day at Hogwarts. I was so nervous. But it was a good kind of nervous. Sort of like when you get your first pet, or your first kiss. Well, I was determined to make that feeling last.

Mom gave Ginny and me a ride to the train station.

I was standing there waiting for my two best friends to arrive.

Since we couldn't have them over this year due to our busy schedules, we decided to meet up at the train station.

"Oi! Ron!" someone yelled.

I turned and saw a boy with a scar on his forehead, a girl with bushy light brown hair, and another girl with sleek, shiny dark brown hair walking towards me.

I knew who the first two were, but I had no idea whom the last one was. But she was pretty.

"Hey, Harry!" I said. "Hello, Hermione!"

"Hello, Ron," Hermione responded.

"Rachel," Harry said. "Why don't you go find a compartment for us?"

"Okay," the girl with the shiny hair said.

As she walked past me, I could feel her shoulder brush against mine. I could feel my face turn red.

"Well, let's get on the train, mates," I said.

"I've got so much to tell you!" Hermione began.

I zoned out for a while. Just listening to Hermione talk could make you fall asleep.

I know that I should be glad to see my two best mates after not seeing them for a whole summer, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Rachel.

She looked so different than the last time I saw her.

"I'm going to go sit with Ginny," Rachel said after a few moments of silence. "I'll come back later."

The three of us watched as the door slammed shut behind her.

"Ron, don't tell me you fancy her," Hermione said.

"Of course I don't," I said defiantly. "I was just looking at her hair. Didn't you see how shiny it was?"

"Of course I did!" she snapped. "I told her about the hair products I used at the ball!"

Harry was being too quiet for my taste.

"Harry, you don't think I fancy her, do you?" I asked forcefully.

Harry looked up. "Actually Ron, I think you do," he said. "But it's okay. I'd prefer her going out with you than with anyone else I know."

"But I don't fancy her!" I argued.

"Sure you don't, Ronald," Hermione sneered.

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RACHEL'S POV.

I had gone to Ginny's compartment about an hour ago. She was awfully nice about letting me in. Dean didn't seem too pleased, though. I guess I had interrupted something.

"Ginny, I have to talk to you," I said.

"Okay," she said. "Dean, could you step out for a while?"

"Fine," he mumbled glaring at me. He let the door slam behind him.

"I think Ron might fancy me," I said. I decided to just get it out instead of trying to hide it.

"And it's not that I don't like him," I continued.

"You want me to find out if he fancies you," Ginny said.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I've known that you fancy him since my second year," she said.

"Oh," I said. "It was that obvious?"

"Well, not really," she said. "Because Harry doesn't know, does he?"

"No, he doesn't," I said. "How do you think he would take it if I told him that his sister liked his best friend?"

"Yeah, you're right," Ginny said grinning. "Why else did you come here?"

"Well, Ron was staring at me the whole time I was in their compartment, and I was getting freaked out," I said.

"You know you have to go back there, right?" she asked. "After all, your robes are in there."

"I know," I groaned. "I might as well go now."

"Good luck," she said.

"Thanks," I grimaced.

When I walked back into the compartment, Hermione and Ron were glaring at each other. That was no surprise. They were always mad at each other for something.

Harry was looking out the window at nothing in particular.

"Thinking about Sirius?" I guessed. I sat down next to Harry who nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "I think you got his and daddy's knack for getting in trouble," I said grinning. He gave me a small smile.

"And what's going on with you two?" I asked.

"Nothing!" they snapped at me.

"Um, okay," I said. "Ah, it's going to be a great year. I can feel it."