A/N: Thanks to JeanAndBilius, fons19, The K1D and Team A (thank you for the constructive criticism!) for the feedback! Like I said, the PoA is going to have more chapters, than SS and CoS. We stil have a long way to go, before GoF (can't wait for typing up teenage angst :D)! Let's get this chapter started?

Warning: Swearing!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ron Weasley, nor any of these characters made by, J.K. Rowling.. *Cries in a corner*

Chapter 11 ~ Suspicions

The first thing, Ron heard from everyone was their conversations about the mysterious werewolf that was supposedly on Hogwarts grounds. He made it to the feast and uncomfortably sat on the seat next to Hermione.

"WELCOME BACK!" Dumbledore announced. "I know you've all heard the news of a werewolf, here on the grounds. I assure you, we the staff members, will keep you all from harms away. I will deal with the situation at hand. Now.. LET THE FEAST BEGIN!" Dumbledore snapped his fingers and there came the food flying to the long tables.

"Me mum told me stuff about werewolves.." Ron darted his eyes towards Seamus who was talking to Dean and Neville. "She said that they're cold vicious monsters, that prey on humans for the sake of their selfless needs. Me grand dad got killed by a werewolf. Good thing that werewolf died in vain from the killing curse. I swear to Merlin, if see the werewolf here lurking around Hogwarts, I'd want it to be punished for their acts of cruelty to humans."

Ron's muscles start to tense by Seamus' lack of judgement. His blood was near to boiling.

"Not all werewolves are cruel, Finnigan." Ron spat out suddenly. Seamus turned around to see Ron's ears turning scarlet in mere seconds. Seamus' narrowed his eyes at the eavesdropper. "How do you know, Weasley?" He asked him.

"Werewolves are just like humans. They have a soul and they experience emotions, ya know." Ron stood up and walked away into the shadows, never to been seen again all night long.

"Blimey, this professor is bloody mental.." Ron mumbled over to Harry, who smiled by his comment on the Divination professor, Professor Trelawney. As of right now, they were having a lecture on Chinese sticks. Ron looked over to see a focused Hermione, looking and paying attention to Professor Trelawney.

"How does she do it?" Ron questioned to Harry. Harry followed where Ron was looking, and replied, "I don't know, it's just Hermione, I guess.."

Ron liked it, whenever Hermione wore a ponytail or a bun. Whenever she was passionate about something, or they were in a middle of row, her locks would fall showing she really meant what she had said. Hermione caught Ron looking at her and glared at him to pay attention. Ron however, rolled his eyes and faced the lavish red table cloth.

POOF!

"BLOODY HELL!" Ron shouted out, clearly almost having a heart attack. "Oi Weasley, pay more attention. Bloody lot!" Seamus remarked making nearly everyone laugh. His ears turned a vivid shade of pink and slumped on his desk. He looked to see Chinese sticks in front of them. Two for each person.

"Ronald Weasley, if you'd pay attention, you wouldn't have had made yourself look like a complete fool." Hermione spat. "Oh well.." Ron rolled his eyes and picked up 2 Chinese sticks. Ron broke one of them in half and saw a fortune inside. He grabbed the other one and broke it up in half as well.

A boy with a lost heart and a girl who is blind to love, meet at last.

New beginnings are ensuing.

"These fortunes are boogie.. Must be rigged or somethin'." Ron scowled, as he observed his fortunes. He easily became bored and looked around the room. He saw Lavender and Parvati giggling like maniacs. 'Girls..' Ron said to himself and narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, Mister Weasley. Please come up here." A voice rang to his attention. "Shit.." Ron mumbled under his breath and proceed to walk in front of the class.

"Now, I'd like you to sit down on this seat." She pointed at the stool. He obeyed and slouched on it. Ron wasn't the slightest to what was going on. Trelawney was probably, showing the class some kind of strange magic.

"Watch this class.. His mind will be filled with thoughts beyond reach." Trelawney pushed her wand in front of Ron's forehead. All of a sudden, Ron started to feel a sharp pain in his chest. He was gasping for air.

Please.. Don't do this..

Ron gripped firmly onto the bottom cushion of the stool, as his ears turned scarlet.

AHHHH!

Ron shook violently and he laid his head back, gasping for as much air as possible.

"Stop! Can't you see you're hurting him!?" Hermione yelped out. She was almost to tears to see her Ron in pain. The lunatic professor simply nodded her head for 'no'. Ron shaking and gasping for air filled the classroom.

Ron now had his head down.

Ronald.. Kill..

Ron's eyes snapped to see Hermione's their eyes seemed to bore into one another. The red haired boy's eyes slowly turned to a darker shade.

Prey..

He couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and threw the stool at her desk with full force. Dusty heavy books came tumbling down the dull yet psychedelic carpets. He stormed out of class into the hospital wing.

"Potion. Now." Ron demanded and sat still on the bed. He swallowed the bitter flavored green potion. After that, he went off to Hagrid's Hut to his next lesson. Care of Magical Creatures.

Her hands intertwined to Ron's wrist. By this, the two looked at one another, blushing furiously. Ron's ears turned scarlet, while Hermione turned a shade of a peach. The recoiled from one another.

'Ron, h-he..'

'She held on to me..'

They looked at one another, their eyes were widen in shock by their sudden action to one another.

'Get yourself together, Hermoine.. You do not fancy the immature and short tempered, Ron Weasley!' Hermione scolded herself.

'Bloody hell, Ron! You do not fancy the bossy and beauti- bashful, Hermione Granger!' Ron inwardly yelled at himself, trying his best to never make any eye contact with her until the end of class.

"Ron! Wait up!" Hermione called for Ron. They were heading to the Commons, after the class Care of Magical Creatures. "Y-yea?" Ron said finally making eye contact with her.

"Why did you walk out during Divination?" She asked him, eager for an elaboration. "It's nothing, really." Ron lied to her, instantly feeling guilty. "Nothing? I'm sure someone would need to walk out of class for something, than nothing.." Hermione said getting annoyed to Ron's suspicions.

"Fine! The bloody spell she performed on me.. It showed me things, I didn't want to ever think or even see every again.." Ron snapped at her suddenly. "No need for your knickers in a twist. I just asked a question!" Hermione fought back.

"I'm irritated of all these questions you've asked me! Can't you mind your own business for once?" Ron said to her, with narrowed eyes. Hermione flashed daggers at the fuming red haired boy. "Pfft, you've been awfully secretive all of a sudden. You'd think I haven't noticed this? Come on, Ronald! I know when you're hiding something." She said in a firm tone, retorting back.

"What if I don't wanna share it?" Ron crossed her arms over his chest, wanting this row to end already. "Fine. Have it your way.." Hermione frowned and walked away from him.

'If he doesn't wanna accept any help from me. Then suit himself.." Hermione thought to herself, as she finally arrived at the dorm, alone.

"Page, 393.." Came a cold emotionless voice in the Potions class. Ron had been paired up with Hermione, again.. Brilliant.

"Can anyone tell me what the shrinking solution is?" He questioned the class, looking around clearly not surprised that no one but Hermione raised her hand, the instant he asked the whole class.

"Ah yes.. Mister Weasley." Snape turned around to see Ron's blank face. "Care to explain?" He questioned.

"It shrinks stuff." He simply said. The Slytherins sniggered by his response. His ears turned a shade of pink in embarrassment and slouched on his chair. "A foolish response, indeed. 5 points from Gryffindor.." He spoke, with a smirk on his face satisfied face.

"Start brewing the potion, give me a paragraph based off on the effects on the shrinking solutions. Begin.." Snape went over to his shelf full of potions, rearranging.

"Ron, mind passing me the ingredients?" Hermione instructed her partner. He gave her everything and looked at her with intent. Looking at her, made Ron tepid, all the time. He didn't understand the emotions coming to him in full force. What was his body doing to him?

"Ron! You gave me the wrong ingredient!" Ron sighed and gave her the right ingredient. When he passed it over to Hermione, their fingers touched. They both flinched and dropped the ingredient on the their working table, making it scattered everywhere.

"Sorry.." Ron apologized and grabbed all of the scattered ingredients and gave it back to her. "It's alright.." Hermione whispered to him, and she went straight back to work.

After minutes of brewing, Snape gave each pair an animal. Ron and Hermione had a parrot in front of them. They forced the parrot to drink the potion, with success. It started to shrink and it looked a bit more younger than it had been in it's previous form.

"Perfect 10 marks to Miss Granger.." He said, Snape turned to face Ron's blue orbs. "7 for the ignorant fool.." He coolly said and went off.

"Bloody git gave me a low score, because he clearly hates me.." Ron scowled. "At least that's a passing grade." Hermione made an attempt to cheer him up a bit. "I guess." Ron shrugged. Ron and Hermione were walking together to Defence Against the Dark Arts class. The flaming red haired boy, stopped on his tracks.

Ronald..

He looked around, finding the source of the cold menacing voice. However, it was nowhere to be seen.

In your bag..

He went through his satchel and saw a worn out parchment paper, that was crumbled. He uncrumpled it and read it to himself.

No one will ever accept you. You are nothing, but an outcast. Who could ever accept you as the monster you are? Let the beast you've kept in for over a decade out. Can't you see? Use your powers as an advantage.

You are the strongest werewolf out there. Such a waste! I shouldn't've never infected you!

'Fucking Fenrir Greyback..' Ron's face had a scowl on his face, at the threatening letter, that didn't really affect him. Deep down, it actually harmed Ron, more than it was intended to. He simply crumpled up the paper and threw it away.

"Ron! We're going to be late, hurry up!" Hermione whined clearly impatience.

"Yea, yea, I'm comin'" He went with Hermione off to DADA class.

'Maybe I am nothing, but an outcast. I am the werewolf everyone fears currently..' Ron took a deep breath, he was stuck in his deep thoughts that swirled around him.

"I'm a monster.." Ron quietly said, hoping no one would hear it.

She had heard him...

A/N: I'm going to post new chapters in the next 3 days, in a row! You know why? Oh, of course you don't know.. 3 more days till my birthday! Let's get this party started! (\oUo/)