Fighting Those Three Words
A/N: Lets just pretend that the 6th book didn't happen... And that's where I'll start this story...
Summery: ...and then came Charlotte... She was worse than Lavander. She'd hex you if you came anywhere near Ron, romantically, and the worst thing is Ron loved her. It sent flames to Hermione's eyes.
Chapter 1: Those Stupid First Years
The ceiling glowed with the imitated image of the moonlit night sky, making the room feel like they were all finally home. The Great Hall was busting with all the Hogwarts students, returning and new. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were finally back from holiday. The three were now in their sixth year at Hogwarts. The first years were already sorted and Dumbledore's notorious speech was already made. Now everyone was franticly digging into the long awaited feast, filling their plates instantly.
"I'm glad school has begun," Hermione said, cutting some chicken sitting on her golden plate.
Hermione was known for being very smart, the best in her year. Ron and Harry imagined her saying something around those fields the minute they walked into the Great Hall.
"I just love the start of a new year! Fresh quills marking up the fresh parchment with fresh ink…"
"And the fresh meat," Ron interrupted.
"Or as we like to call them," Harry said.
"First Years," Ron and Harry chimed together, glancing at them further up the table.
"Ron! You're a prefect!" Hermione shrieked, "You shouldn't judge someone on their year! That's just plain rude."
"Hermione, you are enough of a prefect for both of us. Besides you have to admit, first years are annoying," Ron said, slouching in his seat.
"You were a first year once," she said plainly.
"Yes, but that was different."
"How?"
This conversation went on though the rest of the feast. Hermione and Ron were just like this, fighting about something as stupid as a year. Harry was obviously used to it by now. They were his two best friends. His two best friends that were at eachothers throats twenty four- seven. The two finally stopped bickering when they realized that the feast was nearing an end. Neither of them barely had eaten anything. All the students were now filing out of the Great Hall on their way to their house dorms. Hermione and Ron were trying to pull all the students together to lead them up there.
"Ronald, I still don't see your point. You were still a first year, and it is not different!" Hermione pressed on with their conversation, trying to lead the first years to the Gryffindor tower.
Ron was staggering behind with Harry as they followed Hermione and the rest of the lot.
"Hermione, it was because I was a first year. I bloody couldn't have hated myself!"
But Hermione didn't care to listen to his retort. She was already trying to saw the new students the great things Hogwarts held on her way to the tower. Ron just pretended to help by saying things like, "Press forward, you rutty little first years," and "Go on now you're trailing behind that bossy git of a Prefect," but he stayed a short distance away from Hermione.
Suddenly was caught off guard by a girl catching his eye. She was a Slytherin. But her looks made her so appealing. Ron couldn't help but take a second look her way. She had the prettiest ocean blue eyes. Her hair was semi-long with a chestnut golden brownish-blond color, straight with a bit of a curl at the ends. In Ron's eyes she was beautiful. He had to meet her. But first he though he'd find out her name.
"Hermione!" He yelled, regaining his composure and wiping up the bit of drool falling down his chin.
She was in a light description of the staircases. Ron ran to her and questioned away.
"You being the big Prefect that you are, how about you telling me who that girl is," Ron said, pointing at the girl that he had been goggling over the past seconds.
"Er-Charlotte… I think… Charlotte Bentrik of Slytherin. Why?" Hermione answered, her cheeks surprisingly rosy.
"She's gorgeous!" he exclaimed.
"What if I told you she was a first year." Hermione said, her voice more determined.
"I take back everything I've ever said about the first years."
"Alright." Hermione said, turning to the first year, "Did you all hear that? Ronald Weasley here said he respects you all as an equal and you may come to him if you need help. He is a Prefect also."
A light hidden smile lit Hermione's face as Ron's ears flashed scarlet. Hermione lead the first years into the Gryffindor Common room. After a little information the lot went up to their dorms. Hermione grabbed Ron's arm as he tried to follow Harry upstairs to their dorm.
"She's a four year."
"But…"
"I never said she was. I just wanted to get the point that first years are no better or less then us."
"Fine, Hermione. You always know what's right. Bye."
And at that he dashed up the stairs.