What the Fuck Annabeth?
Chapter 10

Ron

After Harry and Percy explained things it made sense to me. Spiders, of any size and breed, hate the children of Athena, which Annabeth apparently was one. Percy was the child of Poseidon, and there was nothing unusual, in the world of magic anyway, about Harry's family. He had been sent to America to be raised with these "demigods" for his safety after he defeated the dark lord. I had never heard of demigods, but it made sense I guess, at least as far as their powers over water and such.

Maybe I was a descendent of Athena too, I certainly hated spiders. But no, I wouldn't be having to study as hard as I could to just to get by if I was.

I really liked the three of them as well as my other Gryffindor classmates. I confess it was difficult being a legacy though, especially being the one who got all the hand me downs. I had Percy's old wand, Bill's old robes, and most of my books belonged at one time to either George or Fred. Honestly I couldn't remember the last time my parents bought me my own things. That I could in no way afford the clothes necessary for a date to the Halloween Feast was the worst part of all.

Poverty was depressing, but I was still proud of who I was. It was only annoying when my closest friends talked about money. Annabeth and Percy were apparently rich, with over 500 galleons in the vault at Gringotts and magic cards to get more when they wanted it. Harry was rich and had a huge inheritance, even Hermione's parents were quite well off as something called "dentists" in the muggle world. She tried to explain to me what that was, but it was gross and made no sense to me.

Hermione was weird in her own ways. She constantly questioned me about the magic world, and as she was raised by muggles I didn't mind bringing her up to speed. But when it was just us she was very flirtatious, and when we were around others she acted like I didn't exist. She admitted we worked well together and she became my regular sparring partner in SPEW training, but the moment Harry was around, she was, like all the other Gryffindor first years, and several of the second and third years, all about Harry.

The thing was, I don't think Harry cared one way or the other. He had just come out of a very unwanted relationship with Annabeth, which made no sense to me either as she was insanely beautiful and, well, why would he want out of a relationship with her? It was supposedly part of a curse put on her, but Merlin's beard what a great curse! I wasn't that concerned either, but being the third wheel was a bit annoying. I thought about asking Hermione, but couldn't afford the formal wear required, so that was that.

Harry, Percy and I sat up one evening after the girls had left talking about it. Harry had a plan for a date but wasn't sure it would be allowed, and Percy had Annabeth. Harry had decided not to ask any of the girls at school as he didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. They said I should ask Hermione and after some pressing on the subject I explained why that wouldn't work.

Harry never asked me about the world of magic like Hermione did as Dumbledore was meeting with him to help him catch up, while Percy and Annabeth just didn't seem to care. They were guests of Hecate apparently and were perfectly happy otherwise with the way they did things and their view of the world. As to fitting in, their individuality didn't seem to bother them much.

Our SPEW training was going great. Based solely on observation I felt our class could kick the butts of the second and third years, and probably the forth's, in magical combat now. In physical combat we could probably beat anyone in the school other than Annabeth, Harry and Percy, and we still were not that good.

So it was that a week before the feast a package arrived for me by owl. I guess mom and dad finally figured out that I couldn't get by on hand me down school robes and a borrowed wand, as I received from several very tired owls three sets of new robes and a tux from the Kingsmen shop on Diagon Alley. The next day a new wand arrived with a note from Ollivander that it was similar in design to all of my brothers, but if it didn't bond with me he would exchange it over the winter break.

Cool. I really loved the new wand and it seemed to love me. My spell work improved dramatically and soon I too was in the top tier of students in our class.

I asked Hermione to the Feast but she was apparently indifferent about going, saying she wasn't sure if she would attend but that if she did we could hang out.

Great, I was ready to go now and the only girl I was vaguely interested in was putting me off.

Story of my life.