Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

A Ron/Padma story.

By: Ray C. Jam Chapter 1

We were hiding near the back of the couch, Harry and me. I guess you might stop right here and just look in disgust as you through this story down, but before you even wince let be introduce myself. I am Ron Weasley, from the Weasley family. As you may know, our family is very poor and my father has a rather pointless job in the ministry of magic. But let me get back to the story, first. Anyways, as I was saying Harry and I were in the Gryffindor Common Room, hiding behind the couch. Why were we doing this? One word. Hermione. It was early June, and with exams coming up, Hermione was all over the place, but for now she was frantic, right in front of the fire, running back and forth like some kind of maniac (or one that she wasn't already). Finally she gave up in that area and circled around the couch. Harry made a clean, quiet jump before Hermione found us but I stumbled, the couch falling over and Hermione grinning in delight.

"There, I've found you both!"

She gloated, but didn't have enough time to finish, because at that very moment two lovely-looking girls came down from the stairs that led up to the dormitories. One was Lavender Brown, who pointed and giggled. She was a pretty girl, with auburn hair… but she was girly, like… freakish girly. The other girl was an Indian girl, also fairly pretty. She had gone to the Yule Ball with Harry in our fourth year, which didn't go so well at all. The girl had long straight dark hair and was as well whispering and giggling. Her name was Parvati Patil. I felt my ears turn red hot, matching perfectly (if I do say so myself) with my hair, though I knew they were pointing at Harry, who humbly rolled his eyes and started running from Hermione. As she chased after Harry, he gave me the thumbs up and I took the marvelous opportunity to dash through the portrait hole. It would've worked better if the Fat Lady opened up. Much better. But for all I know, I woke up fifteen minutes later with a huge headache and Hermione poking me with a quill…

"Ron! Come on, you're wasting time! We have to study for this!"

To make it worse, she now hit me with A Gilderoy Lockhart book she had saved from the second year. Lucky me. Talking about me, I jumped up and started pounding on the Fat Lady's portrait, which fortunately opened up. I dashed out, and accidentally bashed into Draco's stand near the staircases in the corridor. He appeared so desperate he finally opened up a stand called 'Lip Service' where he gave free kisses to willing girls. I bet it sounded like a great idea at the time, though…