Author's Note- Ok, ok, I know, the chapters are kinda cheesy… And there are horrible spelling errors that annoy me very much (which I also happen to not notice until I put up the chapters) But… You guys don't mind, right?

Chapter 4

-Ron's POV-

"So…Alana right?" Alana nodded. "How do you like Hogwarts so far?"

"It's nice. I like it. I like the castle, I like the people…" Alana blushed. I did too.

"Oh...That's-that's great," I stammered.

"So, what will you show me first?" Alana asked sweetly.

"Well, how about…the library? Hermione loves to go there, though, I don't understand why," I said. Alana giggled. It was a pretty giggle, which reminds you of tinkling bells, and- wait. No. I mean, It reminded me of a TROLL!

"Well, alright. The library it is then." Alana smiled. As we strode off toward the direction of the library, I saw Hermione.

"HERMIONE!" I bellowed, beckoning for her to join us. Hermione grinned, and walked over.

"Hey Ron! Hey Alana," Hermione said. I think she said hello to Alana with a bit of annoyance. Then surprisingly, Hermione wrapped her arms around my huge six pack stomach muscles, and then gave me a huge kiss on the lips that lasted at least 5 seconds. New record! I noticed Alana looked away and stared at her feet. When Hermione broke away, she smiled a bit smugly at Alana, and said, "Where are you guys off too? I'll follow."

Alana looked disappointed. "We were going to go to the library," I said, hating it when girls were sad, "but I think maybe we should go to the quidditch field. I think that might be better." Hermione immediately soured. She swung her arms off my muscular body, and stalked off.

"What's her problem?" Alana asked, I think with a bit of triumph. I just shrugged, knowing perfectly well what her problem was. She was JEALOUS. J-E-A-L-O-U-S, JEALOUS. Knowing that kinda made me feel superior. I grinned. Alana noticed, and gave me a questioning look, but I shook my head, and we continued to walk toward the quidditch field.

When we got there, many Ravenclaws that were wearing practice quidditch uniforms, at least, I think they were Ravenclaws, waved to Alana as they were leaving the quidditch field. Alana waved back.

"I'm on the quidditch team," Alana explained. I was surprised. She just got to this school!

"Wow! Really? What do you play?" I asked.

"Keeper," Alana said, smiling.

"Oh! I do too!" I grinned. Alana's face lit up.

"That's so cool! We play the same thing!" Alana laughed.

"Do you want to practice some quidditch together?" I asked. Hermione doesn't like heights, and Harry was in detention, so I might as well practice with her.

"I'd love to!" Alana said eagerly.

"Great! Let's go change into practice uniforms, and I'll meet you back out here in 10 minutes!"

"Sure!"

I ran off to the Gryffindor dormitory, and once I got pass the Fat Lady, I noticed Hermione pacing inside. She looked up once she heard someone coming in.

"Ron, you're here! Good. Look, I would like to apologize about my behavior back there. I guess I was just a bit je-" Hermione began.

"Jealous," I finished for her. She frowned but continued.

"Well, yes, a bit jealous. But you must admit I had reasons to be, and why are you in such a rush? And why do you need your quidditch clothes?" I had been going in and out of the boy's dormitory, grabbing my quidditch practice clothes, and changing, while talking to Hermione, or listening, I should say. I knew that if I told her I was going to see Alana, Hermione would be furious, and our relationship would probably be over.

"I'm going to practice quidditch," I said. Hermione was obviously suspicious.

"With whom?" Hermione demanded.

"With frien-" I began, but she cut me off.

"With friends, or with Alana?" Hermione was reaching her limit of anger. Crud.

"I'm going with the guys, ok?" I was starting to get annoyed, so I ran out. (Poor Ron. I'd lie too if it got me to avoid Hermione's wrath. ++")