Okay, a few points to make. Ron will try to give his attacks a varying degree of creativity. That way, he doesn't just stab Harry in the middle of the night. And… well actually, I can't remember what else I had to say. Ah well. On with the show!

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Great Hall

After Sorting

Hermione's POV

The sorting went smoothly. Ron, the Dark Moon agent, didn't try anything.

But once we were sitting down, he began trying to launch an attack. I saw Harry wince as the attack manifested.

I quickly shot a counter spell, hoping he didn't notice.

He didn't, he was busy talking to Percy Weasly, Ron's 'brother', about the Potions Master, Severus Snape.

Ron's POV

I had put a spell on the food. What with the White Star agent, Hermione, glancing at me every second, I had to use a more discreet attempt. When my teeth bit into the magic piece it would poison whatever was in Harry's mouth.

I grabbed the drumstick-

"Hello!"

"ARGH!" I dropped the drumstick as a head popped out of the plate.

"Welcome to Gryffindor!"

Hermione destroyed my spell.

After the Feast

Hermione's POV

"Gryffindors, follow me. This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the stairs, they like to change."

I looked at the staircases, moving back and forth.

You have got to be kidding, I thought. If Ron doesn't kill him, the school will.

Ron tried to push him off a total of thirteen times that night as we walked up to the dorms. I was able to thwart him, but just barely. I set to work enchanting the stairs so that they would dislike Ron's presence. It would stop him from concentrating on killing Harry, and concentrate on saving himself.

Once we got to the dormitories, I set to work memorizing 'Hogwarts a History'. I had read some of it, but I would need to know the whole thing; I'd need anything to give me an edge.

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Transformation Class

Hermione's POV

Hermione sat writing, nervous. She had done a confusing charm on Ron just before they had gotten up. She knew that she wouldn't be able to tail them to class; this spell would stop Ron from casting spells, at least for a while.

She heard footsteps. The two burst in the room. She looked up and gave a relieved sigh, which she disguised as a snort of irritation.

Ron's POV

We stumbled into the classroom.

"Made it!" I gasped. I scanned the room for the teacher. I had the feeling she was here, but I couldn't place my finger on why…

"Could you imaging the look on McGonagall's face if we were late!"

Just then the cat on the desk transformed into the teacher. Ugh, I knew she was in here. Curse that confusion charm.

"That was bloody-" I stopped myself from saying what was really on my mind, "brilliant!" Now I looked like an idiot.

I sat there stewing as she acted all smart about us being late. Like we would be if I hadn't been confused. Actually, if I hadn't been, Harry would be dead, and I'd be on my way to collect my pay.

"I trust you don't need one to find your seats!"

Hermione smirked.

Potions Class

Ron's POV

Most classes passed without an opening for attack, but I did learn something interesting in Potions Class. Not potions, I already knew about as much as Snape in that field. But I met someone who hated Harry as much as I did. Two people, if you count Malfoy.

Snape was going on and on about what he could teach us.

I kept aiming spells at Harry, but she kept knocking them off trajectory by pretending to raise her hand.

Great Hall

Ron's POV

Later that week, at the Great Hall, I did a spell on a classmate's cup to release a toxic cloud that would hover over Harry.

"Eye of Rabbit

Harp String Hum

Turn this Water

Into Rum."

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Harry asked.

"Turn this Water

Into Rum." He recited.

You're kidding, right? You can't figure it out? Still, as soon as he finishes saying it the fourth time… "He's trying to turn it to rum. He actually managed a weak tea last time, before-"

BLAST!

I leaped from my seat, to find that Seamus' glass had exploded. I blinked, that wasn't supposed to-

I caught Hermione's eye. That would explain it.

Hermione's POV

I watched as the cup exploded. I gave Ron a smug look.

The mail dropped down from the owls above.

"Mail's here!" Ron cried. I looked over at the students. I noticed Neville was giving Harry an odd look. Doing a 'reveal spell' charm, I realized that Ron had Confunded him. Neville now had the irrational, irresistible urge to kill Harry, though he didn't know why (standard for a Confundus charm).

Neville caught his mail.

"Look everyone, Neville's got a rememberall!"

Gotta get Neville's attention so I can erase the spell… "I've read about those!" Everyone turned to me. With a flick of my wand, I erased the order Ron had given him. "The smoke turns red when you've forgotten something."

On cue, the glass ball turned red, as Neville forgot his order.

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten!"

Everyone laughed. Then the boys went back to their mail.

"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked Ron. My eyes widened, there was a curse placed on the inside pages of the newspaper. As soon as Harry opened it, he would be turned into stone. The spell would wear off in ten seconds, plenty of time for Harry to open it, and no time for a distraction.

Fortunately, one wasn't needed.

Harry was reading the cover story, something about a break-in at Gringotts.

They began discussing; apparently the gamekeeper, Rubeas Hagrid had withdrawn something from the same bank account before the school year started.

I shot Ron a threatening glance. Harry looked up and gave me a distrusting one in return.

Great, my thoughts were confirmed. Ron had been blacking my name to Harry, now he hated me.

Well, I would have to get his trust back. I couldn't save him if he didn't even want to be around me.

Broom Practice

Hermione's POV

Broom practice, great. I had never realized how dangerous school could be.

"What are you all waiting for? Step on the right side of your broom, extend your hand over it and say 'UP'!"

A chorus of ups rang out.

"Up! Up!" What was wrong with my broom? I glanced over at Ron, who was smirking at me, messing up my broom just to be spiteful.

Two can play at this game.

"Up!" THWACK! "Oww!"

I smirked. With his curse off, my broom easily floated up.

Madame Hooch began giving beginner instructions to the class. I checked around for oncoming attacks.

There! I saw Ron put a randomizing spell on Harry's broom.

Quickly I transferred it.

"Three two" TWEET!

The class watched as the broom with the spell floated off, with Neville on it. I tried to get rid of it, but it was all I could do keep the spell off of Harry's broom.

I watched in dismayed pity as Neville's broom tried to buck him off. I saw Ron trying to turn the spell back to Harry's broom.

I gave him a look that said, you're not going to kill Neville just because I won't let you attack Harry!

He shot me a look, if you would let the spell transfer, Neville won't die.

Just then Madame Hooch began to sense the spell. Never before have I been so thankful for someone else adept in spell sensing.

Ron had to abort the spell, and Neville survived with only a broken wrist.

Madame Hooch brought him to the hospital wing, threatening expulsion to anyone who got on their brooms. Knowing how dangerous it would be for Harry at home, I kept an eye on Ron.

Unfortunately, Ron wasn't Harry's only enemy.

"Give it here Malfoy!"

I saw Harry getting into an argument with another student.

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for him to find." He took off on his broom. "How 'bout on the roof?" He smirked down at Harry. "What's the matter, Potter, bit beyond your reach." Harry mounted his broom.

Eyes wide in alarm I tried to deter him. "Harry, no. You heard what Madame Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly…" Harry zipped past me.

"What an idiot!" Didn't he realize the danger he was in?

Ron's POV

With my target in the air, I pulled out my wand to attack. Hermione held my arm down.

We wrestled while Harry and Malfoy dueled above.

I yanked my wand from her grip, just in time to see Harry land. She shot me a smug look, and then, to make matters worse, I had to go, running and cheering, to congratulate my 'friend'.

"Harry Potter!" A voice shot out over the lawn. We all turned to see McGonagall striding across the grass. "Come with me!"

A smile spread across my face.

That was it! He was expelled! He was as good as dead!

I gave him a worried look, as the professor dragged him of, but inside I was gleeful. He was EXPELLED! Now nothing could stop me!