Story title: Ron's Afro
Chapter title: Impressions
Date posted: Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Rating: PG13 (or T)
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, guys. I've been really busy. First, I went on vacation with my parents, then I went to Girl Scout Camp for a whole week. Plus, I'm really lazy. Sorry. I guess I'll try to update more often. Thanks for reviewing, Silver Ice, SockMonkey 101, kyolover0514, fluffylover101, and Emotional. Glad you all liked it! Oh, and Silver Ice, I like the hairstylist, too. He's probably the best OC I've ever created! Anyway, on with the story!
A week had passed since Ron got his afro. He had received his letter for Hogwarts, and was getting ready to go to Diagon Alley, when his mother said, "That's all right, Ronald. I'll go get your school supplies. You don't need to come."
"But, Mum! I always go! Why would I not go? I… (gasp) Mum! Y…You…You're ashamed of me! It's my afro, isn't it? You never really liked it! You're afraid that I'll embarrass you! I'm your son! Why can't you just accept me for who I am?" Ron yelled with tears streaming down his face.
"Ron-"
"Just forget it! I hate you!" he screamed as he dashed up to his room.
3 weeks later
Ron was getting ready to go to the train station. It was his first day of his 7th year at Hogwarts. He and his mother hadn't spoken since the 'incident.' Ron just hoped that his friends would be more accepting and supporting than his mother.
They arrived at the train station in a couple of hours.
"Well, Ronald! Are you ready for another wonderful year at Hogwarts?" asked Mrs. Weasley with a cheesy fake smile.
"Hmph! I bet you can't wait until I get on that train. You just want me to get away from you as soon as possible, and that's fine with me!"
"Ronald-"
"Shut up! You never really loved me for who I am! You won't accept me because I'm not nearly as perfect as any of your other children!"
Mrs. Weasley gasped. "Ron! Don't talk like that! You're a great son!"
"But I'm still not good enough, am I?" snapped Ron with anger in his voice. Before Mrs. Weasley even had the chance to say anything, Ron got out of the car and ran. He didn't care where he was going or how ridiculous he looked. He just wanted to get away from everything. He ran blindly, with tears falling rapidly from his face.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry. I didn't…" he mumbled lamely. When he looked up, his eyes fell upon his two very best friends. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
"Oh, I… Um…" he stuttered, looking for just the right words to say. They both looked absolutely stunned.
"Oh…My…God…" whispered Harry. But before Ron could even think about saying something, Harry screamed, "Ooo! Hermione! It's a clown! I LOVE CLOWNS! Do you think he knows how to make balloon animals? I WANT AN AARDVARK WITH NINE TOES AND A MUSTASHE!"
"Uh…Harry?" Hermione questioned, shell-shocked as she stared at an embarrassed Ron. Harry was oblivious. He simply continued to jump around like a four-year-old that had just eaten 5 bowls of Chocolate-Dipped-Sugar-Coated-Caffeine-Puffs.
"OH MY GOD! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE A CLOWN FOR A BEST FRIEND! WE CAN HAVE WACKY ADVENTURES AND MAKE BROWNIES AND GO TO THE PARK AND BUILD A ROCKET SHIP AND HAVE A SLEEPOVER AND TELL SECRETS AND DO EACH OTHER'S HAIR AND-"
"HARRY!" yelled Hermione, finally catching his attention. "That's RON."
Harry stared at Ron with wide eyes. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Harry said, "Ron… Ron is… He's… Ron's a clown?" Ron and Hermione stared at Harry. "OH MY GOD, THAT'S EVEN BETTER! NOW WE CAN-"
"DAMMIT, HARRY! I'M NOT A BLOODY CLOWN! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Ron took a deep breath. "Look, I just got a new hairstyle. That's all. What do you guys think, by the way?"
They stared at Ron for a moment before Hermione spoke. "Well, Ron, it certainly is…er…unique."
Harry burst out laughing. He pointed at Ron and managed to squeak out a couple of words in between giggles. "Ron-hee hee-you look-ha ha-ridiculous! New hairstyle…hee hee…unique…HA HA! (snort) AH HA HA!"
"Shut up, Harry!" snapped Ron as he turned to Hermione. He looked at her with pleading eyes, willing her to say something good. Hermione only stared. Suddenly, the train station's once peaceful air was filled with shrill screeches of laughter. Hermione had let out what she had been trying to hold in. It was no use. Ron's hair was just too damn funny.
Not too far away, Mrs. Weasley only stopped sobbing for a moment, as she raised her head to hear what sounded like loud fits of uncontrolled laughter. She stood there, puzzled. It seemed impossible for someone to laugh like that at a time like this. Her youngest son hated her. And she only had herself to blame.
30 minutes later
Harry, Ron, and Hermione boarded the train bound for Hogwarts. They found an empty compartment and sat down. Harry and Hermione were still giggling. Ron had an annoyed expression on his face. Suddenly, the compartment door slid open. The trio looked up to see Draco Malfoy.
He sneered and said coldly, "Hello, Potter, mudblood, it's good to see you again…Is that a clown? Oh my god! I LOVE CLOWNS! Do you think he can make balloon animals? I want a unicorn!" He said the last few sentences with awed excitement.
"NO, I'M NOT A BLOODY CLOWN!" yelled Ron.
"Weasley?" Draco questioned in disbelief.
"Yes, dammit! It's me, Ronald Billius Weasley!"
Draco looked at Ron with a queer expression on his face. He stared and stared. Finally, he started laughing. He laughed and laughed and laughed. This offended Ron highly.
"Hey! What's so funny? I like my 'fro! I think it's funky fresh and the foxy ladies love it!"
This only made Draco laugh harder. Oh…My…God…This is hilarious! thought Draco. Ow! My side! It's starting to cramp up from laughing so hard! Ow! My jaw! It hurts too! Laughing this much is painful! But I just can't stop! The harder I try to stop, the more I laugh! This is ridiculous! I'll never stop laughing! Oh lord! It just keeps coming! I think I'm going to die like this! What a horrible way to die! This is it! The end! Goodbye cruel world! I'm so scared! I want to cry! But I can't! All I can do is laugh! It's just too damn funny! Damn you to hell, Ronald Billius Weasley and your accursed afro! Unfortunately, this was the very last thought that Draco had. For he had exploded from all the tension and pressure the laughter had put on him. Yes, he had literally died laughing.
