Fate

by TheTrueSpartan

When Ron discovers that he can see the future, his entire fate is thrown off of its course. A story about adventure, friendship, growing up, and pushing forward through hardships. This story will get darker as it progresses, just like the original Harry Potter novels. It will cover all Seven Years of Hogwarts, but mostly from Ron's perspective. No Mary Sues, no Character bashing.

68. Chapter 68 - Third Year

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 68 is here, and once again, it's a little late. I just got Bloodborne, and Damn it's good! I had to make timetables for everyone, and figure out which classes would need to clash in order to avoid inconsistencies. Not to mention other things like research into subjects and whatnot. But that's all done, so onto Third Year!

Please Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not intend to make any money off of this. Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J. K. Rowling , and I take no credit of it whatsoever.

I was also inspired by Demon Eyes Laharl's: THE RED KNIGHT! and also from Random-Fruitcake04's: CHOICES! I hope you check them out as well because they are genuinely very good stories.

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Fate

Chapter 68 – Third Year

Ronald Weasley's POV

Monday 31st August, 1993 (Hogwarts Express – Afternoon)

"In you go" Clara said, gently nudging him into their carriage. As Ron took a seat, Clara and Carey followed him inside. "You've gotten taller, Ron" Clara smiled, taking a seat to his left.

"Thank you" Ron smiled back, he was rather proud of his height.

"You don't look like an average thirteen year old, no offence" Clara eyed him, and then she slowly tangled her right arm with his left one. Tits! Big tits on my arm!

"How were your holidays, Ron?" Carey asked him, taking a seat to his right.

"They were great" Ron replied, realizing that he was sandwiched between two gorgeous girls. Carey is slightly more beautiful than Future Daphne, while Clara has a more voluptuous body. Dear lord, Future Daphne is the perfect blend of both Clara and Carey. And she has Samantha's Ice-Queen mentality as well. Ron smiled to himself, his Future was certainly looking good.

"I think Ron likes sitting between us, Clara" Carey said, gently smiling at Ron's curved lips.

"Huh?" Ron broke out of his thoughts. Did she say something? "Sorry, I sort of zoned out… How were your holidays?"

"They were busy" Carey replied, scooting closer to him.

"Mine were quite exciting" Clara said, scooting closer to him.

"That's… That's good to hear" Ron said, he was basically being squeezed in between them. Merlin, they smell so nice. Stop it, Ron. Concentrate. Don't let them distract you with their sexy, beautiful, and bountiful bodies. "Um… Congratulations, Carey."

"Whatever for, Ron?" Carey asked with a smile, he was actually blushing.

"For becoming Head Girl" Ron replied, shooting a look at her badge. "My brother Percy is Head Boy."

"Oh, I know" Carey said, her voice almost a purr. "Is he single?" What?

"Um… No, he has a girlfriend" Ron replied, questioning her motives.

"Shame" Carey shrugged lightly. "Guess I'll just have to settle for you."

"Get in line, Carey" Clara hummed, tightening her grip on his arm. "Ron likes girls with… tantalizing assets."

"Is that so?" Carey asked, looking to a bewildered Ron. "Do you prefer Clara's body over mine, Ron?" Merlin, help me! What am I supposed to say?!

"Um…" Ron swallowed, deciding to play peacekeeper instead. "I like… I like Clara's body more… But I think that you're more beautiful… And I really like your smooth, blonde hair…" How did this happen to me? I can't keep up with them.

"Is he suggesting that he would only be satisfied with having the both of us at the same time?" Clara asked, and Ron's jaw dropped. What the fuck?

"I didn't say that…" Ron quickly defended himself. Though that would be awesome.

"Don't be shy, I'm open to the idea" Carey teased him, his reaction making her smile genuinely.

"Open to the idea?" Ron muttered, he was almost certain that his ears were lying to him. I need to put an end to this before they make a fool out of me. "Is there something that you needed?" Ron asked, his voice cracking slightly. SHITE!

"Aw… Things were finally getting interesting" Clara cooed, enjoying his innocent reactions.

"Too interesting…" Ron mumbled, but they heard him and giggled.

"You're cute, Ron" Carey said, telling him her honest thoughts. "And yes, you are completely correct. We do need something from you."

"Something that only you can give us" Clara added, and then she blew on his left ear. Ron's entire body tensed, much to her delight.

"Clara, Samantha, and I have been elected as the Silver Triumvirate for this year" Carey went on, and Ron nodded tensely. I figured as much. "And we've decided to change things up a little."

"Our House's win streak was destroyed last year under the previous Triumvirate" Clara said.

"And we don't intend to lose the House Cup" Carey added on.

"You need me to rack up House Points?" Ron asked.

"Yes, that's a given" Carey nodded, her gentle smile was making Ron's eyes wander. "But we have a bigger plan that we need to implement immediately. The first years…"

"First years?" Ron blinked. "I thought that the Triumvirate didn't get involved with the first years. Something about letting them settle in, or something." That's what Victor told me.

"You are correct" Clara said sweetly. "Five Points to Slytherin."

"The Triumvirate allows the first years to… establish themselves" Carey said. "They are kept away from the House's politics for their own benefit. They learn how Slytherin works by observing us older students, and then when their time comes, they know how to behave themselves."

"I see" Ron nodded slowly, he himself had often observed the older students. "But you plan to change that?"

"Correct again" Clara said, giving his left cheek a quick kiss. Ron nearly flinched out of surprise, but she simply smiled her seductive smile at him. "I don't have the authority to handout House Points, that's all." Sure…

"We plan to implement our own system…" Carey started, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in" Clara called, and Samantha entered the compartment. Her eyes immediately went towards Ron being sandwiched between her friends, and she smiled knowingly as she shut the door behind her. Wait… If she's here, then where's Daphne?

"Daphne?" Ron asked, carefully watching Samantha as she took a seat from across him. A wall to my back, and three temptresses blocking off my other directions. I'm trapped in here.

"Your girlfriend is safely back with your friends, I made sure of it" Samantha replied, crossing her legs in a rather seductive manner.

"She's not my…" Ron started, but Samantha tutted him with a smirk.

"Lying is a sin, Ronald" Samantha told him, and Ron blinked at her. Samantha then looked to Carey, who was just smiling at Ron in amusement. "Have you told him of our plan?"

"We had to get through pleasantries first" Clara giggled. "But we're telling him now."

"As I was saying" Carey restarted. "We plan to implement our own system, and it involves the first years. They are a gold mine of House Points, and exploiting them will put us in a strong position early on in the year."

"Exploiting them?" Ron asked, he didn't like the sound of that.

"When a first year gets the answer right in their first attempt, or shows any noticeable talent within classes, they are bombarded with House Points" Samantha replied. "Surely you know all about that, Ron." They are right… When I first came to Hogwarts, I was earning a ridiculous amount of points.

"We older students don't have that privilege, the Professors already know just how brilliant we all are" Clara hummed, giving his arm a gentle squeeze with her breasts.

"All?" Ron asked, shooting her a confused look. "Marcus Flint is as dull as dirt…"

"He will play his part, don't worry" Carey said, and Ron nodded slowly. Guess they have a plan for him as well.

"And what's my part in your plan?" Ron asked.

"You are a Prodigy, and you are famous" Samantha replied, her black eyes fixed on his.

"Not to mention that you're rather well-liked in the House" Carey added.

"Both of your parties were massive successes, and you won us the House Cup in your first year" Clara said, emphasizing her last two words. Are they…? Are they telling me to tutor the first years?

"You want me to teach them" Ron figured, and all three girls smiled at him.

"There's the Ron that we love" Clara cooed, giving his left cheek another kiss.

"We want you to take the first years under your wing" Carey told him. "We would do it ourselves, but we have far too many responsibilities."

"You have N.E. this year" Ron said slowly, and they all nodded.

"And since Carey was promoted to Head Girl, I've taken over her prefect duties" Samantha said.

"And I really don't like little brats" Clara said. Fair enough.

"What do you mean by 'take them under my wing'?" Ron asked.

"Tutor them, teach them about our rules and politics, make sure that they don't lose us House Points by being troublemakers, and make them feel 'involved' within the House" Carey replied. "You will act as their caretaker, and we will hold you responsible for their actions. If they do well, then you will be… rewarded." Rewarded? I like the sound of that.

"But if they fail to meet our expectations, then you will be punished" Clara said, her voice coming out as rather enticing. Punished? Why do I also like the sound of that? Ronald Weasley; depraved masochist…

"There is one more thing that you need to know" Samantha said, and Ron looked to her with rapt attention. "Generally, the Silver Triumvirate picks three people in third year who are most likely to be the Triumvirate when they reach their seventh year. You will not be in that group."

"I won't?" Ron blinked, why wasn't he in this group? I do more for this House than any of my year-mates.

"Just listen, Ron" Clara said reassuringly.

"Usually, these 'three potential Triumvirate members' watch over the second years in order to report back to us" Carey told him. "Similarly, there are fourth years who watch over the third years, and so on. But this year, we plan to involve the first years. And therefore, we need one person watching over them. You are that person, and in order to help you keep your focus solely on the first years, we've decided to pick three of your peers to watch over the second years instead."

"I see…" Ron said slowly, he would be lying if he claimed that he wasn't made upset by this. I deserve to be in that trio. Especially considering that I make more House Points alone than what my 'peers' make.

"You will also answer directly to us" Samantha said gently, all three girls had noticed that Ron was genuinely disappointed. "We need someone to exercise our will within, and outside of, Slytherin. We want you to be that person." Exercise their will? They want me to do their dirty work, right?

"You've already proven yourself very capable" Clara said, trying her best to sound reassuring. "You handled Diggory and McDean for us last year, and you did it splendidly."

"It wasn't just me" Ron said, trying his best to not sound upset.

"Daphne Greengrass and Theodore Nott helped you, we know" Carey said. "Ron, I want you to know that you not being in that group means nothing to us, we know just how valuable you are to Slytherin. That's why we're trusting you to watch over the first years all by yourself. And when the time comes, we'll tell the next Triumvirate that you deserve to have a spot within that trio."

"Who have you selected from my year?" Ron asked, and the girls traded quick looks.

"Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, and… Draco Malfoy" Carey replied, deciding that he deserved to know. Malfoy? They fucking picked Malfoy over me?!

"You picked Malfoy?" Ron hissed, his temper flaring wildly. "After all the shite he's pulled over the last two years?"

"Yes, we picked him despite his actions" Samantha replied, giving Ron a sympathetic look.

"I can understand Daphne and Theo, but why him?" Ron asked. This is unbelievable! I deserve that spot, not that weak little fuck!

"He has a way of rallying allies around him" Clara explained, she was surprised by how quickly Ron's mood had shifted. "He's resourceful, sly, and his overall grades are better than anyone in your year… You and that Granger girl not included, of course."

"And his father is a powerful man who expects his son to be a part of the Triumvirate someday" Carey added on. "We are only adding him in because you are needed elsewhere, Ron."

"And because it helps you" Ron said, unable to hide a bit of his bitterness. They've already made up their minds, and putting Malfoy in the trio is far more beneficial to them as compared to putting me in the trio. Sure, they're trusting me with the first years… But it's not the same. I just figured that after everything that I've done for Slytherin, I'd be a shoo-in for the trio.

"It does help us" Samantha admitted. "We have our entire lives ahead of us, and Lucius Malfoy could do a lot of damage to our futures if we neglect his son. Despite his son being the cause of his own neglect. We know that this isn't fair to you, or to the effort that you've put in over the last two years. But please understand where we are coming from. You, despite only being a third year, will the person that we rely on the most. The next Triumvirate will see that, we'll make sure of it." I guess hard-work means nothing if your father isn't a wealthy sociopath… Damn. I can understand them trying to protect their futures, I truly can. But this still… hurts.

"Ron?" Carey called to him, trying to get a read on his mood.

"I… I understand…" Ron told them, his voice slightly subdued. There is no point in telling them that this is unfair to me, they already know it. They're still giving me a far more important role than the trio, so I need to just take it. "If it helps you three, then I'll follow your plan…" Ron said, he didn't want to lose the power that they were giving him by throwing a tantrum.

"Look at me, Ron" Carey said, gently turning his head to face her. "The trio are nothing more than eyes for us, which gives them very little power within Slytherin. You, on the other hand, will speak for us. Don't think for a second that we don't value you. Alright?"

"Alright" Ron replied, looking into Carey's eyes.

"Thank you for understanding our reasons" Carey smiled gently, and the she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. She… She just kissed me… Ron just stared at her, his face slowly warming up. I know that Pure-Bloods sometimes do this to show affection, but she's not a Pure-Blood. "You can return to your friends now" Carey said, and Ron nodded dumbly. Clara untangled her arm from his at that, and Ron stood up and began to leave.

"Make sure that you tell them nothing of our plans" Samantha said as Ron began exiting the compartment, and he nodded his agreement. As soon as Ron closed the compartment door, he found himself genuinely baffled. They had given him a very important role, and judging by how handsy they were with him, they clearly liked him. And yet, Malfoy had taken his spot in the trio. Slytherin politics… The other Houses are lucky that they don't have to worry about this sort of stuff. And what the hell was up with that kiss? It seemed innocent enough, but still… It was kind of weird. This is going to be another insane year, isn't it?

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Monday 31st August, 1993 (Hogsmeade Station – Late Evening)

"You're really not going to tell us what the Triumvirate wanted with you?" Pansy asked for the twentieth time, and Ron audibly groaned.

"Pansy, give it a rest" Blaise said, pulling his luggage off of the train.

"You'll get him into trouble if you keep asking him that" Millie said, frowning slightly when she saw Pansy blow raspberries at her. "Mature…"

"How are we supposed to help him if he won't tell us anything?" Pansy asked Millie and Blaise, who both just rolled their eyes.

"You don't want to 'help him', you're just being nosey" Blaise said, sounding like a complete arsehole.

"There's no need for that" Ron frowned at Blaise, who once again rolled his eyes. Want me to slap them out of your skull? Shite… Calm down, Ron. It's not Blaise's fault that Malfoy took your spot, it's Lucius Malfoy's fault. Just another thing that he'll pay for eventually. "Pansy, they're not wrong. If the wrong people hear us, I'll be knee-deep in shite."

"That's gross" came Astoria's voice from behind him, and Ron jumped slightly before turning to face her. "Did I scare you?" Astoria smirked, looking rather pleased with herself.

"Tori, put your wand away" Daphne said, noticing that her sister was once again brandishing her Dogwood wand.

"I'm not using it, I'm just holding it" Tori defended herself, her wand had immediately become her favorite possession.

"Are you sure that you're not just showing it off?" Theo asked her with a smile, and she grinned in return.

"Look at how pretty it is" Astoria beamed, showing them all her wand. "Mr. Ollivander said that Dogwood wands only accept those who are playful and mischievous by nature, and that these types of wands are one of his personal favorites."

"That… fits you rather well" Tracey said, admiring the wand's notched patterns.

"Wand-lore is terrifyingly accurate" Theo told her, and she nodded slowly. "I have a book back at the Manor that covers a lot of Wand-lore. Want me to send for it? We can all read up on our wands, and in doing so, get to know each other better."

"That's rather sweet of you, Theo" Pansy said, visibly surprised. Millie and Daphne nodded their baffled agreements, while Tracey couldn't help but smile at him.

"I am rather sweet, aren't I?" Theo smirked, and everyone rolled their eyes.

"And he's an arse again, the World isn't off balance" Ron remarked, earning a snigger from Theo. "But sure mate, it's a pretty decent idea." My wand is made from Cypress wood, and I'd love to know what the Wand-lore behind that wood is.

"Ohhh, can I join in?" Astoria asked, and Ron nodded.

"Of course, Tori" Ron smiled at her, why would she even ask that?

"First years! Come with me!" came Hagrid's yell from the other end of the train. "You'll all be travelin' to Hogwarts with me!"

"I'll see you guys in Slytherin" Tori said excitedly, shaking slightly from her excitement.

"Good luck in the Sorting Ceremony, sister" Daphne said, cupping both of Tori's cheeks lovingly. "Make the Greengrass name proud, and tell that Hat to sort you into Slytherin."

"I will" Tori said firmly, still grinning from ear to ear.

"I love you" Daphne said, kissing Tori's forehead.

"I love you too, Daph" Tori replied, and then she quickly began making her way towards Hagrid.

"She'll be fine" Tracey reassured Daphne, who nodded absentmindedly. She wants to keep Tori in her sight, doesn't she? She told me that she knew that Tori was 'unwell', and if Tori is sorted into any other House, then Daphne will undoubtedly go mad with worry.

"We should make our way towards the carriages" Millie said, noticing that people were already departing from the station.

"Merlin, are we going to have to see those things again?" Tracey asked, grimacing at the thought of seeing the ghastly horses that pulled the carriages.

"They're called Thestrals, and they are gentle creatures" Theo said, his father owned a couple of Thestrals. Theo had often spent time with those noble creatures after his mother had died, content that only he and his father could see them. Sharing that trait with his father made him feel… less alone.

"They look like demons right out of hell" Blaise said, and everyone but Theo nodded.

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Monday 31st August, 1993 (The Great Hall – Dinnertime)

The Sorting Ceremony was done, and Ron had been given eight new charges; Astoria Greengrass, Hestia and Flora Carrow, Lysandra Yaxley, Derek Smith, Sebastian Cunningham, Johnathon Fawley, and Mathew Roberts. They were a… unique looking lot, and Ron was eager to 'lay down the law' on them. Oddly enough, one of them had started crying after his sorting, and was now just staring at his plate in utter disbelief. Johnathon Fawley was truly horrified to be sorted into Slytherin, especially because his Family was well known to be filled with nothing but Hufflepuffs. Ron felt a rather special bond with him already, and he really wanted to cheer the lanky kid up.

"Welcome, welcome!" Dumbledore greeted them all from his podium, a happy smile on his face. Ron hadn't seen the old wizard since his breakdown, and now all he could do was stare at the man. "We are once again all together, no doubt eager to begin another year of learning! I hope you have all forgotten what you learned last year, it gives the Professors something to do when they find themselves at a loss!" The whole Hall began sniggering, while the Professors just gave Dumbledore's back deadpan looks. Ha! He's actually barmy. Look at Snape. He looks so done with him.

"Now!" Dumbledore clapped his hands loudly, eyeing all the happy faces looking back at him. "This year will be a little different from the previous ones! I thought that a little change would mix things up for the better, so listen closely! This year, we will have a Dueling Club!" The student body broke into loud chatter, most of them extremely excited about learning actual Dueling Skills.

"We're so joining that" Theo told the group, and Ron nodded his agreement.

"I don't know…" Pansy grimaced. "I feel like the older students would just dominate…"

"Ahem" Ron cleared his throat, and Pansy gave him a sheepish smile. I'll dominate.

"I'm definitely joining" Millie announced, shooting the other three girls encouraging looks.

"Me too" Blaise nodded, not looking very excited however.

"That's enough chatter!" Dumbledore laughed, and everyone ceased talking immediately. "Our new D.A.D.A Professor, Remus Lupin, will be in charge of the Dueling Club alongside your Potions Professor, Severus Snape! Please give Professor Lupin a warm welcome!" The Hall applauded Remus, who stood up and gave them a short bow. He looks like hell… The Full-Moon was only two nights ago. Ron let out a loud whistle as he clapped for Remus, who spotted him with a weak smile. Snape and Remus working together to teach us Dueling Skills… This must be heaven! An Order spy, and an Order veteran!

"The Dueling Club will commence in a month's time, and your Heads of Houses will give you all the necessary information required!" Dumbledore went on, glad to see how well the students were taking this. "It will be competitive, and House Points will be rewarded!" Oh, fuck yes! The students once again broke into chatter, but Dumbledore quickly 'cleared his throat', effectively stopping everyone from talking. "There is one more thing that I must inform you all on!"

"Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures Professor, sadly retired at the end of last year" Dumbledore said, sounding rather somber suddenly. "He wished to spend more time with his remaining limbs, and he will be sorely missed. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on his new appointment in addition to his Gamekeeper duties. You may now give Professor Hagrid a warm welcome!" He hired the fucking oaf?! The man spills his secret plans to thirteen year olds, and Dumbledore makes him a Professor?!

Ron joined in on the applause, which was considerably louder than what Remus had gotten. The Gryffindors had decided to turn into wild animals, and were loudly banging on their tables and shouting praise for Hagrid. Ron took the opportunity to shoot a look at Snape, who was giving Hagrid the least enthusiastic applause that Ron had ever seen. Snape genuinely looks like he wants to fucking retire himself. Ron then looked to a teary-eyed Hagrid, who was cleaning his eyes with a sizable rag that he had pulled out of his massive trench coat.

"Dumbledore turned a servant into our Professor for Care of Magical Creatures?" Theo asked, clapping with a baffled look.

"Why are the Gryffindors so riled up?" Daphne asked, shooting them an annoyed look. They were now banging their goblets on their tables, and although the Hufflepuffs were smiling at their excitement, the Slytherins and Ravenclaws were frowning lightly. Bloody hell, my ears are starting to ring.

"Hagrid being hired gives them all hope that even the biggest morons around stand a chance at finding employment" Blaise smirked, making everyone but Ron snigger. Ron was just watching the Headmaster with an analytical eye. First Remus, and now Hagrid. Both of them have one thing in common; they love Harry. The old man is making a move, I just know it.

"With all of the announcements out of the way, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore exclaimed, and the tables were suddenly bursting with food. Every student quickly dug in, they were all hungry from their long trip, and Ron's group was no different. As Ron began his first plate, he shot a quick look towards the first years, and he wasn't surprised to see Johnathon Fawley still staring at his empty plate.

"Where are you looking, Ron?" Theo asked, following his friend's gaze to a lanky first year. "Ah, that kid… What's his name again?"

"Johnathon Fawley" Ron replied.

"How does a member of the Fawley Family get sorted into Slytherin?" Millie asked. "They pretty much worship Badgers."

"Same way that a Weasley got sorted into Slytherin" Blaise replied, his eyes fixed on his own plate. Fawley has a 'God' living inside of his head as well? "The Hat clearly saw that kid's potential being fully realized within Slytherin, and now here he is."

"There's a bunch of Hufflepuffs staring at him" Tracey informed them, and Ron shot a look towards the Hufflepuff tables. Most of them were eating and chatting, but a few Hufflepuffs were shooting Fawley worried looks. At least they're not angry at him for 'betraying them'. They're most likely just worried about his wellbeing.

"He'll be fine" Blaise said, still not bothering to look at Fawley.

"He's not eating" Daphne said, the boy's reaction to being sorted within Slytherin reminded her of Ron's reaction. Ron too had just sat there, staring at his empty plate with a blank look.

"There's always breakfast" Theo said, losing his interest in Fawley as well.

"Sooner or later, he's going to have to eat something" Blaise added on. "Now, who do you think is going to be selected by the new Triumvirate to represent our year?" Not me, that's for certain. But I do get to mold the first years, and I will be working directly for the Silver Triumvirate. I can use this to influence people, especially the first years.

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Monday 31st August, 1993 (Slytherin Common Room – After Dinner)

The welcoming feast had been utterly divine, and after Ron too had lost interest in Fawley's mood, he had devoured five plates singlehandedly. Once the feast had ended, all the students had shuffled off to their common rooms. The Slytherins were led down by two fifth year prefects, and then they had waited for Snape to make his appearance. And the man did not disappoint. He had billowed into the common room with his trademark sneer, and then proceeded to give his 'start of the year lecture' to everyone. The first years, not counting Tori, were rightly frightened of the man.

"And those who lose more House Points than they earn will answer directly to me" Snape whispered coldly, his eyes moving between the first years. "I will be keeping my eyes on your actions, and if you ever act in a manner which embarrasses this Noble House, you will spend the remainder of the year cleaning cauldrons with nothing but your personal toothbrushes. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir" Tori replied with a smirk, while the other first years just nodded. Snape eyed her for a second, and then he simply turned around and billowed away. How does he get his robes to flow behind him like that? I'll ask him the next time I see him.

"First years, proceed to your dorms for the night" Carey ordered, her silky voice replaced with a much more authoritative one. "You are expected to be present at the breakfast table at eight in the morning, and do not be late because you will be given your class timetables at breakfast. Martha, take the girls to their dorms. Septimus, you take the boys." The two fifth year prefects nodded firmly, and then they gestured the first years to follow them. Tori shot Daphne a smile, one that Daphne didn't return because they were in public. Once the first years were gone, Clara and Samantha joined Carey.

"Now that the first years are gone, welcome back to Slytherin" Carey said, smiling politely at all of them. "Clara, Samantha, and I have been chosen to be your new Triumvirate, and if you all play your parts, we'll win the House Cup this year."

"Last year's Triumvirate members were rather… detached" Samantha took over. "We will not be making that mistake. Which is why we are implementing a few changes into how this House operates. Firstly, each year will have a weekly quota of fifty House points. Meeting this quota is not optional, and those who fail to meet it will answer directly to us."

"Secondly, in-House fighting will be severely punished" Clara chimed in, her eyes traveling to people like Flint. "You are allowed to argue, and even discuss your differences, but you will do it in a civil manner. We all need to present a united front, and the people who damage that united front by going after their House-mates will be prosecuted. We will not allow last year's mistakes to surface this year, you have all been warned."

"And lastly, our word is law" Carey said firmly. "If we tell you to do something, you do it without question. If you have a problem, you come to us before taking things into your own hands. Chaos will not stand under our rule. Each year will have three representatives, including the second years. And these three representatives will report directly to us each week. If you want something to be brought to us, go to your delegates. If it is a private matter, come directly to us."

"Our door will always be open" Clara took over. "And we will give you our best, but only if you do the same."

"With all of that out of the way, listen closely for your name to be called" Samantha said as she took out a piece of parchment from her school robes. "The sixth year representatives are Jack Hughes, Atif Aslam, and Maria Cortez. The fifth year representatives are Martha Hopkirk, Septimus Smith, and Arthur Belmont. The fourth year representatives are Madeline Croxley, Bartholomew Greene, and Susan Wiltshire. The third year representatives are Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy." And there it is.

There was some faint chatter amongst the Slytherins, and Ron pretended to ignore his friends' shocked looks. Theo had gone from looking extremely pleased to just staring at the Triumvirate in utter disbelief, Pansy and Millie seemed more angry than shocked, Blaise was eyeing Malfoy who was looking rather surprised himself, Tracey looked ready to start an argument, and Daphne was looking at Ron with a look of sympathy and surprise. Students like Flint were smirking at Ron, while most of the other students were wondering why the Prodigy hadn't been named as a representative.

"That's enough!" Clara yelled over the chatter, effectively shutting everyone up. Merlin, I've never heard her yell before.

"The second year representatives are Boris Grimm, Suzie Ninkovich, and Lilliana Flowers" Samantha finished the list. "Representatives, you will all stay behind to listen to your duties. As for the rest of you, depart for your dorms."

"Let's make this year as successful as we can" Carey said. "Goodnight." Everyone began shuffling out of the common room at that, most of them going back to discussing their plans for the year. Ron and his friends moved towards the dorms, and they stopped before splitting up.

"Malfoy?" Tracey spat out, shooting the still shocked Malfoy a dark look. "They picked Malfoy over you?"

"His father must be behind this" Blaise figured, he wasn't too bothered about not being selected as a representative himself.

"Ron, are you alright?" Millie asked, holding back her anger.

"I'm fine" Ron assured them, and they just blinked at him.

"Why are you fine?" Pansy asked haughtily, all of them had been certain that Ron would be picked as a representative. "They picked Mafloy over you!"

"This is clearly an insult" Tracey sneered at the Triumvirate, who were now speaking to the representatives.

"Maybe…" Blaise said slowly, and then he looked to Ron with a sharp look. "What did they offer you?" The girls looked to Blaise for a moment, and then they looked to Ron.

"I can't tell you that yet" Ron replied. "They have other plans for me, and trust me, they're important."

"That's why they spoke to you on the train" Millie nodded slowly, her anger dissipating.

"So they didn't pick Malfoy over you?" Tracey asked, she still didn't like that arsehole representing their year.

"No, they didn't" Ron replied. "We should split up before they start thinking that we're up to something. Goodnight."

"Goodnight…" the girls said softly, and then they slowly left Ron and Blaise.

"So…" Blaise said as they began making their way towards their new dorm. "What's this important role that they're giving you?" Should I tell him?

"I'll tell you when we're in the dorm" Ron said, deciding to get Blaise's advice on how he should run the first years.

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Ten Minutes Later

"The first years, eh?" Blaise asked, Ron had just told him of the Triumvirate's plan. "I have to admit, it's quite clever of them to exploit the Professors' habit of rewarding the first years more points. And you'd make the perfect tutor for them, considering your Prodigy status."

"Yeah" Ron nodded. "So, any tips?"

"Be firm and fair, and don't let them walk all over you" Blaise replied. "You have a tendency to let people get away with acting spoiled, especially people from the opposite gender."

"I learnt it from being friends with you lot" Ron sniggered, earning an understanding nod from Blaise.

"I won't deny that" Blaise said.

"That's what I like about you, Blaise" Ron smirked, while Blaise cocked an eyebrow. "You never put yourself on a pedestal. And thanks, I'll take your advice to heart. I know for a fact that Tori will try to exploit my love for her."

"You need to show her that she's not in her father's Manor anymore, and that none of us give a fuck about her entitled nature" Blaise said, sounding rather cold and callous.

"That's a bit harsh, mate" Ron said, biting back a frown.

"Maybe, but I'm not wrong" Blaise said, keeping his eyes fixed on Ron's. "She has always been sheltered by her mother and father, so much so that they let her get away with things that they'd skin Daphne for. Being a little harsh with her will truly help her, trust me. I mean seriously, did you see her with Snape tonight? What was she thinking? Smirking at Snape like that…" Yeah, that was pretty fucking stupid of her. She has no clue just how vindictive Snape is.

"Once I'm in charge of the first years, I'll try and find a way to keep her in check" Ron said, deciding to keep Tori from making herself too many enemies. The door suddenly opened, and Theo stepped inside with a frown. "Theo? What's with the frown?"

"They fucking picked Malfoy over you, and now I'm stuck with that twat" Theo said, walking straight to his trunk. "Daphne and I have to spend time with him while we write a report for the Triumvirate at the end of each week…"

"How long could a report possibly take?" Blaise asked. "All you're doing is making sure that there are no problems within our year level."

"There's always problems in our year level" Theo shot back, and then he looked to Ron. "The Triumvirate is calling you, by the way. They're in the common room. What's that about?"

"Blaise will tell you" Ron said as he stood up, and then he made his way out of the room. Once he had closed the door behind him, Ron quickly made his way into the common room. He noticed that it was devoid of any students except for the Triumvirate, who were sitting in Ron's favorite spot.

"Ah, Ron" Carey greeted him with a gentle smile, her silky voice was rather pleasant on his ears.

"Hello" Ron greeted her back, still wondering why she had giving him that odd kiss.

"Your friends took the news of you not being in the representatives rather well" Samantha noted as she observed Ron's height, he was slightly taller than her now. The boy was growing like a weed, a weed that was clearly jumped up on Potions.

"We expected them to start an argument with us, especially Davis" Clara hummed, basking in the heat from the fireplace.

"They wanted to, but I've put a stop to it" Ron assured them, and they nodded together.

"Thank you, Ron" Carey said, and Ron gave her a polite nod. "So… What do you think of the first years?"

"I only know one of them, so I can't really say" Ron replied. "When do I start working with them?"

"Tomorrow night" Carey replied.

"We will speak to them tomorrow after classes end for the day" Clara explained. "We'll tell them of our roles within Slytherin, as well as theirs. After we finish bringing them up to speed, we'll tell them about you. You may speak to them whenever you deem necessary."

"I understand" Ron said, earning a pleased smile from Clara.

"Oh, and be firm with them" Samantha advised. "They need to understand that they're at the bottom of the food chain in this House, and that their idiocy will not be tolerated. Start by telling that Greengrass girl that smirking at Snape is a big mistake, and that if she's not careful, he'll have her clean the Potions Lab with her tongue." You know what? He probably would do that.

"I will keep them in check, you have my word" Ron said. "How far can I push them?"

"As far as you like" Carey replied. "As long as they keep earning us a lot of House Points, you can even slap them around if you wish." I probably won't be doing that.

"Alright" Ron nodded once. "Is there anything else that I can do for you?"

"No, Ron" Carey smiled at him. "Please get some rest, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight then" Ron said as he began making his way back to his dorm.

"Goodnight, Ron" the girls said together.

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Tuesday 1st September, 1993 (Great Hall – Breakfast)

"I'm glad that they didn't just forget about you, Ron" Daphne said, fighting the urge to smile from relief. "I was so angry on your behalf, especially because of how much you've done for the House."

"Thanks, Daph" Ron smiled before taking a bite out of his toast.

"It doesn't change the fact that we're stuck with Malfoy" Theo sighed, he could already picture the problems that that would create. Malfoy had a way of burrowing his way into people's heads, and he'd no doubt use Daphne and Theo in order to damage their group.

"Or that he's representing our year…" Tracey frowned, shooting a look of disdain towards Malfoy. Ron also looked over quickly, and he saw that Malfoy was barely eating anything. He's just staring at his plate. What's wrong with him? He looks… slightly gaunt.

"I think something's wrong with him" Pansy pointed out, observing her former crush with a keen eye.

"Don't get involved" Blaise said, reminding them all of what they had discussed. "We need to stay out of his way, and hope to Merlin that he gives us the same respect. The Triumvirate was very clear on what they'd do if they found in-fighting amongst the Slytherins."

"We'll keep our distance" Ron said, speaking for the entire group. "But you two should keep an eye on him as well" Ron said Theo and Daphne, who nodded firmly. I'm not getting caught off-guard by him, not again.

"Snape's coming…" Millie whispered suddenly, and all of them looked to the Potions Master.

"Good morning" Snape greeted, his voice cold as usual. Snape was carrying their class timetables in his right hand, and he had another stack of timetables in his left one.

"Good morning, Sir" they all greeted back, their eyes traveling to their class timetables.

"Hand these out amongst yourselves" Snape said, handing Ron the timetables for the Slytherin third years. "I expect nothing less than Exceeds Expectations from all of you, is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir" they all said together, and Snape billowed away without waiting another second.

"Ugh… Exceeds Expectations in every subject?" Pansy whined, while Ron passed out the allocated timetables. Shite, he gave me Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's as well. Hmmm, what are they taking? Fuck! Malfoy is taking Care of Magical Creatures and Study of Ancient Runes just like Blaise and I. Great… What are Crabbe and Goyle taking? Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. Divination? They can't see their own cocks when they look down, and yet they expect to see the Future?

"So, what are they taking?" Theo asked with a smirk, he was rather proud of Ron for taking a peek at someone else's timetables.

"Malfoy is taking Care of Magical Creatures and Study of Ancient Runes, while Crabbe and Goyle are taking Care of Magical Creatures and Divination" Ron replied as he stood up. "I'll be right back." With that, Ron walked over to Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting across from Malfoy, and they immediately started glaring at Ron. Fuck off.

"What do you want?" Goyle demanded, making Malfoy look up from his plate. That's when Malfoy noticed Ron towering over him.

"Your timetables" Ron said, handing over the three pieces of parchment. Malfoy took them without uttering a single word, and Ron didn't bother waiting for one. Ron then walked back to his friends, surprised that Malfoy hadn't even sneered at him. No sneer, no snarky comments, nothing… What's he up to?

"That went well" Millie noted, and Ron nodded as he sat down.

"Weird…" Pansy muttered under her breath, keeping her eyes on Malfoy.

"So…" Tracey said suddenly, electing to steer the conversation away from Malfoy. "Who's excited for Charms class?"

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Tuesday 1st September, 1993 (Charms Classroom – Before Lunchtime)

"You guys go on" Ron said, his eyes fixed on Flitwick. "I need to ask Professor Flitwick some questions."

"Alright" Daphne said. "Meet us in the Great Hall?"

"Yeah" Ron agreed, and his friends left together alongside the Hufflepuffs. Ron stepped out of his seat and walked over to Professor Flitwick, who was cleaning up the blackboard with some sort of Cleaning Charm. "Professor Flitwick?" Ron called, and the short Professor jumped a little.

"Oh… Mr. Weasley" Flitwick breathed out as he turned to face Ron. "Do you have questions about your assignment?" I can't believe he gave us an assignment during our first class. Sure, it's not due until the end of the month, but still…

"No, Sir" Ron replied, trying his best to sound as polite as possible. He can tell me why the Freezing Charm isn't working without a wand. "I was hoping to get your help with something, do you have a minute to spare?"

"Certainly" Flitwick smiled, gesturing Ron to sit down. Ron gave him a grateful nod before taking a seat, while Flitwick waited for Ron to go on.

"I was given a special permit by the Ministry that allowed me to practice Magic outside of Hogwarts" Ron started, and Flitwick nodded slowly. "And I've been trying my hand at Wandless Magic."

"Wandless Magic? At your age, Mr. Weasley?" Flitwick blinked, and then he smiled widely. "Please, go on."

"I've mastered the Levitation Charm and the Summoning Charm" Ron said, but Flitwick interrupted him.

"The Summoning Charm? That is a fifth year Spell, Mr. Weasley" Flitwick said, he sounded rather pleased with Ron. "Care to show me?"

"Of course" Ron nodded, and Flitwick pointed to a piece of chalk near the blackboard.

"Summon that for me" Flitwick requested, keen to see Ron perform some Wandless Magic.

"Accio piece of chalk" Ron chanted, aiming his left palm at it. The piece of chalk vibrated in its spot for a moment, and then it flew into Ron's hand. Thank Merlin it worked, I was worried for a second.

"Outstanding!" Flitwick exclaimed, making Ron smile proudly. "Ten points to Slytherin, Mr. Weasley. Truly outstanding! Wandless Magic isn't even touched upon until sixth year, and it isn't practiced until seventh year. Well done, my boy."

"Thank you, Sir" Ron said, unable to control his smile. It feels good to be praised. I've spent countless hours practicing this.

"How many hours a day do you usually practice Wandless Magic?" Flitwick asked, the boy was clearly a Prodigy.

"Around two" Ron admitted, and Flitwick beamed.

"Excellent!" Flitwick laughed. "It certainly gets easier over time, doesn't it?"

"It does" Ron nodded. "My hand doesn't feel… heavy… anymore when I perform a Wandless Spell."

"Your body is no doubt getting used to being used as a conduit" Flitwick nodded as well. "Keep practicing, Mr. Weasley. I assure you, Wandless Magic is perhaps the handiest tool in a Duelist's arsenal. I myself won my third British Championship using a Blasting Curse with my free hand." Third British Championship?

"You've won Dueling Tournaments?" Ron asked, and Flitwick smiled in return.

"I have earned the titles of Master Duelist and Dueling Champion" Flitwick replied, and Ron's eyes widened slightly. Interesting. It would be a shame not to learn from him as well.

"That's amazing, Sir" Ron smiled genuinely, surprised that such a short man could earn those titles. I bet his size is misleading, and he uses it to outmaneuver his opponents.

"Surprising, is it not?" Flitwick laughed. "That someone as small as me is considered to be a Master Duelist."

"I'm sure your size is something that you use as an advantage" Ron said quickly, hoping that his surprise hadn't offended the Charms Master.

"I most certainly do" Flitwick said. "Now, what was your original inquiry?"

"I've been trying the Freezing Charm without a wand, and something isn't right…" Ron replied, and Flitwick smiled knowingly.

"Show me" Flitwick said, and Ron nodded.

"Glacius" Ron chanted, aiming his left palm at the blackboard. And once again, he felt his hand tighten and become cold. Ow… "See?" Ron said, showing Flitwick his ice covered palm. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"This is… outstanding!" Flitwick beamed, clapping his hands in excitement. "Truly remarkable, Mr. Weasley!" What?

"But Sir, it's not working" Ron said slowly, he was now utterly confused.

"Oh, but it is" Flitwick smiled, and Ron blinked at him. "Cast it again, and this time, don't lose your focus. Once you feel your hand 'tighten', place your palm upon the table." Alright…

"Glacius" Ron chanted, aiming his left palm at the blackboard. His hand tightened as the Magic began to flow out, but Ron ignored the slight pang of pain. Instead, he placed his hand on top of the table. Much to his astonishment, ice began spreading from his hand at an alarming speed. Ron quickly pulled his hand back and hopped out of the chair, eyeing the frozen parts of the table's surface. "Bloody hell…" Ron muttered, and then he looked back down at his palm. It's… dry.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Flitwick smiled widely, and Ron looked to him with a bewildered look. "Wands were created to channel our Magic, but what most people don't understand is that wands often change the Spell's original form."

"Original form?" Ron asked, eyeing the frozen table surface again. Bloody hell, I could freeze someone's face off if I wanted to.

"Spells that were created before the introduction of wands were quite different from what you see nowadays" Flitwick replied. "Magic is used to manipulate the forces that make up Creation, Mr. Weasley. It connects us to the World around us, and wizards and witches of old used it to bend the World to their wills. Back then however, Magic was still a huge mystery to everyone. So simple Spells were created after years of hard labor. Spells like Incendio for starting fires, or like Glacius to cool down meats. Basic things like that."

"So 'basic Spells' work differently when cast without a wand? Why?" Ron asked, taking another seat. Flitwick walked over and sat down on a nearby chair, eager to tell Ron more about Old Magic.

"They are not 'basic Spells', but rather Progenitor Spells" Flitwick replied, and Ron started taking mental notes. "Each Magical Community had their own forms of Magic back in the Old Days. The wizards and witches of what is now called Britain were Druids, who learnt their Magic from the…"

"Fairies" Ron interrupted, and Flitwick nodded with a smile.

"You know your History" Flitwick said, sounding quite pleased. "Take another five points for Slytherin for your knowledge."

"Thank you, Sir" Ron smiled. Daphne's story was real? Damn, I need to tell her that.

"The Egyptians used Ancient Runes in order to cast their Spells, while the Japanese used ancient Herbology to cultivate their fields" Flitwick went on. "These forms of Magic however, were very limited. Many simply gave up due to the time and effort it took to even learn a Spell without the use of a wand. The Druids of Europe realized that they needed a conduit of some sort, and so they turned on their Fae mentors. The Druids cut down the Fae Forests, and used the enchanted trees to fashion themselves the first wands."

"That's horrible" Ron said, feeling rather bad for the Fairies. They taught them everything that they knew, and what was their reward? Betrayal and death… Oh well, what's done is done. I can't really complain, I love using my wand.

"It was, but the World is often a horrible place for the naïve" Flitwick said, sounding rather gloomy. "The Fae underestimated their students, and they paid dearly for it. This was, of course, a very long time ago. We are talking about four hundred B.C here. One of the first Families to make a career out of fashioning wands for other wizards and witches were the Ollivanders, and time has perfected their craft. Wands made casting Spells a breeze, and the Magical World entered its Golden Age. Well, the Magical World that accepted wands anyway."

"Many Magical Communities refused to adopt the use of wands, especially after they learned of how the first wands came to be" Flitwick continued. "And all of this brings us back to Wandless Magic. Wands changed how Magic was cast, and therefore, Spells cast by wands work differently. Instead of your body being the conduit for your Magic, your wand becomes the conduit. Now, most Spells that we use nowadays were created only after wands were introduced. But there were some Progenitor Spells, and they work very differently to their wand counterparts."

"I understand" Ron nodded. "So Glacius and Incendio are Progenitor Spells. And when my own body is used as a conduit, they manifest in a different manner."

"Exactly" Flitwick nodded. "They manifest as they were originally intended to manifest, and not as a 'mist of cold' or a 'burst of fire'."

"That's so bloody awesome" Ron said, a chuckle escaping his throat.

"That it certainly is" Flitwick chuckled, and then he gave Ron an odd look. "Tell you what, Mr. Weasley… I have a book on Progenitor Spells, and I myself found it very useful when I began learning Wandless Magic. I will have it sent to you in the next couple of days."

"Really?" Ron asked, and then he smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you, Sir! I'd love that!" Fuck yes! I'm going to read that book immediately!

"Think nothing of it" Flitwick laughed, hopping off of his chair. "If you're going to practice Wandless Magic, you might as well practice it properly. Now… You should head off to lunch. A boy your age shouldn't skip his meals."

"Thank you again, Sir" Ron said as he stood up, he genuinely wanted to hug the short man. "I really appreciate this."

"You are welcome" Flitwick said, he was more than happy to help a studious student. Ravenclaw demanded as much from all of its members, current and previous.

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Tuesday 1st September, 1993 (Outside History of Magic Classroom – End of the Day)

"I'm not getting an Exceeds Expectations in that class" Pansy sighed as they exited the room, most of the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had fallen asleep during Professor Binns' class. "I can't even stay awake in it…"

"Most of his graded work is homework, Pans" Ron told her. "He only ever gives two or three tests a year, so you only need to get his homework right. We'll all work on that together."

"You'll help me with his homework?" Pansy asked, and Ron nodded.

"Don't I always?" Ron asked, amused by her 'planned whining'. She's clearly trying to get our attention.

"Thank you, Ron!" Pansy beamed suddenly, and then she gave him a kiss on his left cheek. "I knew that I could count on you!"

"Mate, she just duped you" Theo sniggered, earning a slight frown from Pansy.

"I didn't 'dupe' him, Ron is just kind" Pansy said, linking her right arm with his left one. Am I being duped if I already know what she's up to?

"No, you duped him" Tracey chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure he knows what she's up to" Millie said. "We all do."

"Stop making me out to be some villain who manipulates her friends" Pansy said haughtily. "Ron, tell them to stop."

"Stop it you lot" Ron said, though his lack of enthusiasm made everyone snigger at Pansy. "Why don't we get a head start on our homework tonight? Let's just finish up Binns' work, and then get started on Flitwick's assignment."

"It's the first day back…" Daphne said, looking to her less than enthusiastic friends.

"I know" Ron said quickly. "But if we get this stuff done, then we can relax and do our own thing."

"Pass" Theo, Tracey, and Blaise said together.

"I'll join you" Millie shrugged.

"Thank you, Mills" Ron smiled at her, and she just gave him an amused expression. Binns' homework will take twenty minutes at most, and then we don't have to worry about it at the last second.

"Ron!" came a loud voice from behind them, and they all turned to see Justin Finch-Fletchley running at them. He had a wide smile on his face, and he was being followed by Ernie Macmillan.

"Justin?" Ron smiled back at the Hufflepuff. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if we're still doing the study group this year" Justin started, and just as Ron was about to answer, Justin cut him off. "Crazy day, huh? We have two separate classes with each other today. This is like the 'Hufflepuff and Slytherin day', isn't it? Oh, hello guys" Justin smiled at Ron's friends, who just stared at him with unamused expressions.

"It is a 'crazy day', and yes Justin, we're still doing the study group" Ron answered, oddly amused by Justin's excitement.

"That's great" Justin beamed. "Is Friday still the usual day?"

"It is" Ron nodded. "Tell everyone else, will you? Oh, and ask the other Hufflepuffs if they want to join in as well."

"No problems, mate" Justin nodded. "Thanks for letting me know."

"No worries, take care" Ron said, and Justin and Ernie turned around and left quickly.

"Friday, huh?" Theo muttered, a contemplative look on his face. "You know what? I'll join as well."

"Really?" Ron gave him a surprised look.

"Yeah, why not?" Theo shrugged. "I've heard good things about your study group, much to my surprise."

"Yeah, we all expected it to blow up" Tracey added, and Ron gave them a deadpan look. "What? Bringing all the Houses together usually ends in disaster."

"Ron keeps everyone focused on their studies" Millie told them.

"Actually, Ron just keeps us focused on our studies" Daphne argued. "The Ravenclaws don't need to be told that they need to study, the Hufflepuffs are just happy to be involved, and the Gryffindors are kept in line by Granger. Well, Potter and Longbottom are kept in line by Granger. Brown and Patil seem to dislike Granger's bossy attitude."

"Ugh… Granger…" Tracey groaned. "She's a deal-breaker for me." I need to increase the size of this group if I'm to create a semblance of a community. And I have four extra bodies that I can add to this group.

"I want you all to join the group" Ron said rather firmly. "I need your support if this is to work. And no, I'm not asking." Ron then looked to Tracey. "You can study with me, Hermione usually stays on the outskirt of the group anyway."

"Fine…" Tracey frowned, deciding to join simply for Ron's sake.

"Oh, and I need you all to interact with the other Houses" Ron added on, something that earned him looks of disagreement. "Just the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs… You can leave the Gryffindors to me."

"Why?" Blaise asked, trying to figure out Ron's plan.

"If Slytherin takes the moral high ground for once, then people will take notice" Ron replied, and Blaise nodded in understanding. "Trust me, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs are quite alright."

"Daphne and I can attest to that" Millie said, and Daphne nodded her agreement. "The Hufflepuffs are… kind. Even to us."

"It is rather refreshing" Daphne admitted, and Ron smiled at the two girls.

"See? It'll be fine" Ron told the others, who gave him tired nods. "Now… Let's go and get started on Binns' homework, shall we?"

"Not a chance" Theo refused immediately.

"Eh, it was worth a shot" Ron sniggered.

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Thirty Minutes Later

They were sitting in their favorite spot within the common room, and while Ron, Millie, and Pansy did Binns' homework, the others were simply relaxing. Daphne was reading a novel written completely in French, Blaise and Theo were playing a game of Wizard's Chess, and Tracey was listening to her Walkman. Ron was feeling rather content at the moment. He had his friends with him, there was a cozy fire keeping them all warm, and Binns' homework was a breeze. But all of that came to a stop when Snape suddenly showed up in the common room, his black eyes immediately fixed on Ron.

"Mr. Weasley, come with me" Snape said in his icy voice, making Ron's friends stare at him. What? I didn't do anything.

"Yes, Sir" Ron said, quickly hopping onto his feet.

"Bye" Pansy whispered, and after shooting her a quick smile, Ron followed Snape out of the common room. They walked towards Snape's Office in silence, and Ron took the opportunity to think about what Snape wanted from him. I know I haven't done anything wrong, it's only been a day. He probably wants to discuss some sort of plan with me.

"In you go, Mr. Weasley" Snape said as he opened the door to his Office, and Ron quickly made his way inside.

"Is everything alright?" Ron asked, and Snape nodded as he closed the door behind himself.

"The Headmaster simply wishes to see you" Snape replied, making his way over to the fireplace. Dumbledore wants to see me? Shite. This is going to be so awkward. I still haven't forgiven him for nearly getting Xeno killed, nor have I forgiven him for nearly starting a damn war due to his carelessness. "Make sure that you behave" Snape told him, he could see the reluctance on the boy's face.

"I'm not some first year, so don't talk to me like I am one" Ron said, not even remotely amused by Snape's comment. Snape stared at Ron for a couple of seconds, and then he grabbed a pinch of floo-powder and cast it into the fire.

"Headmaster's Office" Snape called, and once the fire blazed green, he stepped through it. Ron followed after the Potions Master, steeling his resolve when it came to seeing Dumbledore again. Just talk about our plans, and keep your emotional baggage under control. Don't create drama where there is no need for it. As soon as Ron stepped out of the Headmaster's fireplace, he spotted the old wizard feeding a young looking Fawkes.

"Ah, welcome" Dumbledore smiled at Snape and Ron, both of whom gave him curt nods. Fawkes looks different. His feathers are more… vibrant.

"Fawkes looks younger" Ron pointed out, and Dumbledore nodded with his smile still in place.

"He was reborn recently" Dumbledore explained, remembering how Tom had impaled Fawkes and then blown the Phoenix's body to smithereens. Fawkes let out a loud shrill, his eyes fixed on Ron.

"Hello, Fawkes" Ron smiled at the bird, and Fawkes suddenly flew over and perched himself on Ron's right shoulder. Ow! "Watch the talons, mate…"

"I think Fawkes feels a certain kinship to you, Ronald" Dumbledore mused, genuinely smiling at the two of them. "You, after all, are also reborn via Cycles."

"I guess I am" Ron nodded slowly, and then he scratched the Phoenix's stomach. I never really thought about that. I am the four hundred and sixty fourth reincarnation of the 'original Ronald Weasley'. Was he possessed by the Entity as well? Or did the Entity show up after he failed to stop the Dark Lord?

"Can we get started?" Snape asked them as he took his seat. "I have an upcoming meeting with the other Heads of Houses about this 'Dueling Club'."

"Which is a great idea, by the way" Ron said quickly as he took his own seat, Fawkes still perched on his right shoulder. "I'm sure that getting everyone ready as soon as possible will really help us in the Future."

"We are not creating soldiers, Ronald" Dumbledore said, taking his seat in front of Ron and Snape. "This Club will serve to better prepare the students for the war to come. It is for learning self-defense, that's all."

"Of course" Ron smirked. "And if they want to join the Order after they graduate, then we get an abundance of skilled Duelists."

"That is completely up to them" Dumbledore said, slightly impressed with Ron's perception. "Tell me Ronald, when do you think that the war will start in earnest?" Judging from my visions…

"I'd say by the start of my sixth year" Ron replied. "I had a vision where my friend Pansy was murdered by own mother for 'siding with the Blood-Traitors', and she looked to be around sixteen at the time."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Ronald" Dumbledore said, but Ron simply shrugged.

"I won't let that happen, believe me" Ron said, and Dumbledore gave him a slow nod. I'll kill Lady Parkinson before I let her hurt Pansy. When the time comes, I'll need to take care of a lot of people like Pansy's mother. And I'll do it all in secret.

"So we have roughly three years before the war" Snape noted. "Which actually means that we have a couple of years at best, maybe even less…"

"Why?" Ron asked.

"The Dark Lord will not lay siege to the Wizarding World immediately" Snape explained. "He will no doubt stay within the shadows in order to amass his forces, and then, he'll attack everyone at once. It's what he did in the last war, and it proved to be an extremely successful tactic."

"And now that the Ministry is weaker than what it used to be, he'll obliterate them" Ron figured, and Snape gave him a nod. "Which is why we need our own army. If the Ministry falls, then we need to stand in its place."

"I agree" Snape said, looking to Dumbledore.

"As do I" Dumbledore said, surprising both Ron and Snape. "I have already begun making inquiries with the other Nations of the International Confederation of Wizards, and all of them seem to be against the idea of another Great War. We can't rely on countries like the United States, mostly because of their distance from us, but I am certain that surrounding Ministries will send us aid. They suffered almost as much as us during the last war, and they will fight to insure that they do not suffer again."

"That's great" Ron smiled widely, glad that Dumbledore was finally on board with making an army. "And I've got something that can help us."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore asked, both wizards looking to Ron for his input.

"I bought The Quibbler from Xenophilius" Ron told them, and they just waited for him to go on. "I plan to improve it in order to turn it into a genuine News Outlet, one that isn't biased in favor of the Ministry."

"He just gave you his magazine?" Snape cocked an eyebrow.

"No, he was planning to sell it to the Daily Prophet" Ron replied. "I simply swooped in and bought with a much more generous offer. I will be headhunting a staff over the next few months, all the while running an advertising campaign. The new Quibbler will be up and running by the end of March next year."

"You wish to influence the people of Wizarding Britain" Dumbledore nodded slowly, and then he smiled at Ron. "Well done, Ronald. This can truly help us when the time comes."

"The Daily Prophet will not be pleased about being outbid by a thirteen year old" Snape said, though he himself was rather impressed with Ron's foresight.

"I figured, but the pros beat the cons" Ron said, ignoring the fact that Fawkes was nipping at his right ear. He's much more gentle than Helios, that's for certain. "If we start showing people that 'everything is not alright', they are more likely to act in a positive way. Well, positive for us anyway."

"And not positive for the Ministry" Snape figured. "You are going to end up making enemies with these people if you aren't careful, and believe me, you don't want that."

"I don't plan to solely target them" Ron assured Snape. "And truth be told, they'll have bigger problems than me in a couple of years."

"And Ronald is only thirteen" Dumbledore added. "I doubt the Ministry is going to start targeting a child, especially when said child has a News Outlet under his control. No, Cornelius would never take such a risk."

"Which reminds me" Snape started, looking right into Dumbledore's eyes. "How do we get rid of Fudge?"

"Get rid of Cornelius?" Dumbledore repeated, while Ron gaped at Snape. He wants to off the Minister?

"We don't need a blubbering idiot leading the Ministry when the war begins, we need a strong leader" Snape replied.

"You want to kill the Minister?" Ron couldn't help but ask, and Snape frowned at him.

"Did I say that?" Snape asked in return, and Ron shook his head slowly. "There is no fixed term for a Minister to stay in Office, and elections are held every seven years. We don't have the luxury of waiting four more years, so I suggest that we find a better candidate to replace Fudge."

"Severus…" Dumbledore sighed. "Hogwarts has no business interfering within the Ministry's inner workings."

"I'm not talking about Hogwarts, I'm talking about us" Snape said. "We three might be the only ones who truly know what we're up against, and it is therefore our duty to do everything in our power to win the war. Fudge will either give into the Dark Lord, or he will die and drag the Ministry down with him. He is a weak man, and his incompetency cannot be allowed to destroy the Ministry."

"And who would this new Minister be?" Dumbledore asked, he certainly had no intention of abandoning Hogwarts in her time of need.

"Madam Amelia Susan Bones" Snape replied, and Dumbledore just stared at Snape with an unreadable expression.

"Amelia Bones? Susan Bones' auntie?" Ron asked. She was at Sirius' trial.

"She is a powerful witch, and she is well-respected" Snape told Ron, who listened closely. "Her Family stood by the Order during the Great War, and were massacred by the Dark Lord himself for rejecting his cause. She holds a great deal of respect for the Order, and if she was Minister, the Order would not need to fight in the shadows. And unlike Fudge, that woman's soul is hardened steel." Snape then looked back to Dumbledore, who was clearly thinking the idea through.

"She has no children, and no husband" Snape went on. "She is completely dedicated to her work, and has served as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for years. She is the leader that the Ministry will need, not Fudge."

"You are not wrong, Severus" Dumbledore nodded to himself. "But she will not be deterred from her current job so easily."

"We're really going to stage a coup against the current Minister?" Ron asked, still coming to terms with something so big. "That's just… bloody awesome…"

"Not a coup, a re-appointment" Snape corrected Ron, ignoring his childish comment. "Albus, she respects you. Talk to her about this, plant the idea in her head. You and I both know that under the wrong leadership, the Ministry will not survive the Dark Lord." Bloody hell, this is insane. "Not to mention that Lucius has Fudge's ear, and will no doubt manipulate him for the Dark Lord's benefit."

"I will speak with her" Dumbledore conceded, he could hear the wisdom in Snape's words. "And I will 'plant the idea in her head'. She would indeed make a great Minister, in my humble opinion. But we must be cautious. If the Ministry hears of our involvement, they will no doubt slander Amelia's good name. This has to seem like her own idea."

"And if she refuses?" Ron asked.

"Then we will try and put someone else in power" Snape replied, and Ron nodded.

"What about Rufus Scrimgeour?" Ron suggested. "He's the Head of the Aurors Department, and from what I've read, he fought on the frontlines more than a few times." And he is clearly an amazing wizard, considering that he leads people like Madam Roberts.

"He would make a good Minister too" Snape replied. "But he shares Fudge's need for public contentment. We need someone who is both fair and unafraid of the public's opinions."

"Amelia is the perfect candidate" Dumbledore said. "I will 'run into her' as soon as I'm able. Ronald, your News Outlet will come in very handy if she chooses to run for Minister of Magic. Cornelius will do his best to fight back against her, and he will utilize the Daily Prophet as his weapon."

"Would you look at that" Ron smirked. "Things are beginning to fall into place."

"Indeed they are" Dumbledore chuckled. "Is there anything else that we need to discuss?" Yes, there is.

"Why did you hire Remus?" Ron asked, and Snape's jaw clenched. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. He was no doubt being subjected to this Umbridge bitch's Werewolf Legislation, and you did a good thing hiring him… But I'm just wondering what your angle is."

"My angle?" Dumbledore asked, an amused smile on his face.

"Of all the people that you could've hired" Ron started. "You hired an Order veteran, who also happens to be Harry's guardian. Not to mention that you also promoted Hagrid to a Professor, and he too sees Harry as his own. Patterns don't lie, Headmaster. You're up to something."

"Are you always so paranoid, Ronald?" Dumbledore chuckled heartily.

"The boy makes a good point, and I myself have been wondering the same thing" Snape said, the idea of a damn Werewolf walking the castle souring his mood.

"Harry must be prepared for the Future" Dumbledore told them, and both Ron and Snape listened closely. "I believe that Harry is the only one who can defeat Lord Voldemort, but as he is now, he does not stand a chance. Remus will be giving him private tutoring, while Hagrid will be a good source of emotional support for him." Private tutoring? Can I get private tutoring too?

"Why Harry?" Ron asked, trying not to sound jealous. "I mean, I like him… He's a good bloke… But he is…"

"An idiot" Snape cut in, and Ron frowned at him.

"That's not what I was trying to say" Ron said, looking back to Dumbledore. "I'm trying to find out why you believe that Harry is our only hope. You said the same thing to me before you left for Albania, and I've been wondering ever since." Dumbledore exchanged a quick look with Snape, and then he looked back to Ron.

"There is a Prophecy, Ronald" Dumbledore started, and Ron blinked at him. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not, and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

"That's the Prophecy?" Ron asked, looking between Dumbledore and Snape.

"Yes" Dumbledore nodded. "There are only two people so far that I've trusted with the entire Prophecy, Ronald."

"Who are they?" Ron asked, looking to Snape.

"Severus, and Sybill Trelawney" Dumbledore replied. "And now, you…" Wow. I had no idea that Harry was destined to defeat the Dark Lord… Is that why the Entity said that Harry could be the one to potentially kill the Dark Lord. It knew of the Prophecy? Of course it did, it sees all of Time at once.

"Wait… If Harry is some 'chosen one', then why am I stuck with the damn Entity?" Ron asked, his temper flaring at the injustice of it all. "I'm the one who's been stuck in this war since I was eight, and it all comes down to Harry? Are you serious?"

"Ron, calm down" Snape said, eyeing Ron carefully. "The Prophecy doesn't account for a million different things. For all we know, Potter might just be the person who lands the final blow on the Dark Lord. Or he dies in the attempt, thus fulfilling the Prophecy anyway. After that, the Dark Lord is fair game. This Prophecy is utterly useless in essence, and it should not rule our actions."

"Severus is correct, in a way" Dumbledore said to Ron. "This Prophecy would have become null if it weren't for the Dark Lord's own actions. He heard a part of it, and due to his fear of being defeated, he attacked the Potters. He marked Harry himself, thus putting all of this into motion. Prophecies are often self-fulfilling, whereas your visions give you the power to alter the Future."

"And unlike this Prophecy, your visions clearly change to match our 'current timeline'…" Snape said, he still hated thinking about Ron's powers.

"And how did the Dark Lord hear of this Prophecy?" Ron asked, reining in his agitation.

"That… does not matter" Dumbledore said, his eyes fixed on Ron's. What the hell? Of course it matters. "The only thing that matters is the fact that Lord Voldemort does not know the full extent of this Prophecy, and therefore, he fears it. He fears Harry."

"And Harry has no clue about any of this?" Ron asked, and Dumbledore shook his head. "Shouldn't he? I mean, you're clearly planning to pit him against the Dark Lord. Shouldn't he be told that his Future is… looking rather grim?"

"He is not yet ready for such a burden" Dumbledore said, and Ron blinked at him. "Harry deserves to grow up properly, especially after all of his hardships." Hardships? What fucking hardships? His Muggle Family were cunts, sure… But I put a stop to that. And who the fuck cares if his life has been hard? Everyone has their own issues to deal with. Pansy's mother literally killed her! Blaise's mother is a murdering psychopath, Theo watched his mother die in front of him, and I've been tormented by a God since I was eight.

"Boohoo" Ron frowned, making Dumbledore blink from surprise. "I don't care if he's 'too young' for this… If he's destined to defeat the Dark Lord, then he needs to be prepared. He needs to spend his time preparing for the inevitable, not flying his broomstick around."

"Ronald… He is not you" Dumbledore said, his expression hardening slightly. "Just because you have learned to endure pain, doesn't mean that everyone around you should as well." I didn't say that, I'm saying that the 'Chosen One' needs to get his head out of his arse.

"So you just plan to send him off to his death, is that it?" Ron asked. "If you don't prepare him properly, then that is exactly what is going to happen. The Dark Lord will destroy him with little to no effort."

"Harry will not be alone, and when the time comes, he will be ready" Dumbledore assured Ron, it was hard to not notice the bitterness in Ronald's voice. Even Fawkes had stop playing with Ronald's right ear, and was now just staring at the boy.

"Fine" Ron said, deciding to stop pestering the old man. This was clearly developing into an argument, and Ron couldn't be bothered with that. If he wants to send Harry off to his death, then that's his prerogative. I'll just make sure that Harry is ready.

"I need to be on my way" Snape said suddenly, he was already late for his meeting.

"I'll join you" Ron said, staring back at Dumbledore with a blank stare. Snape got up at that, and Ron followed suit. Fawkes flew off of his shoulder and perched himself on top of a book shelf, gazing down at the tension between Ron and Dumbledore. Ron and Snape then made their way out of Dumbledore's Office via the actual exit, and as soon as they stepped past the stone gargoyle, Snape turned to face Ron.

"You will not speak a word of this to Potter, do you understand?" Snape said, his eyes digging into Ron's.

"I wasn't…"

"Do not lie to me" Snape cut Ron off. "You no doubt planned to 'do something about Potter' yourself, Albus and I both know it. This is a partnership, boy… Which means that the majority vote rules. If you can't give up control, then you can go back to being on your own."

"Not telling Harry about this is a mistake" Ron said.

"Potter likes to run his mouth, and he would no doubt tell everyone around him" Snape argued. "Which means that if the Dark Lord captures one of Potter's allies, the truth will be out. We do not keep secrets because we enjoy it, we do it because if the wrong people find out, all of our work will be undone. You must understand that better than anyone, considering your past actions. As for Potter's safety, he has arguably the most powerful wizard in the World watching over him."

"Dumbledore isn't a God" Ron said. "He can make mistakes, and you know it."

"No man is capable of living a life with no mistakes, you included" Snape said, and then he turned back around. "My Potions Club will start tomorrow night, be there."

"Why?" Ron asked. "I thought that the Potions Club idea was just to keep an eye on me when I still hadn't let you two in."

"Just as Lupin will be training Potter, I will be training you" Snape said, making Ron blink at his back. "Albus' orders…" And with that, Snape billowed away in the direction of the moving staircase. Snape is going to train me?

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Ten Minutes Later

"Come in" came Remus' voice, and Ron entered the man's Office. "Ron, how are you?"

"I'm well" Ron smiled as he closed the door behind himself, and then he looked around the Office. "Not bad… Not bad at all, Remus. Wait… Should I call you Professor Lupin instead?"

"Remus will do while we are alone" Remus chuckled, gesturing Ron to an empty seat. Ron sat down, his eyes still examining the room. It wasn't very tidy, with parchments and dusty trunks everywhere, but it still felt cozy. "Sorry about the mess, but I'm still unpacking."

"So you're really our new D.A.D.A Professor?" Ron asked, and Remus smiled as if he himself couldn't believe it. "Why didn't you say anything? Mum would have thrown you a dinner party."

"It kind of just happened" Remus sighed. "One minute I was jobless, and the next, I was signing a contract."

"The Headmaster approached you?" Ron asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"He did" Remus smiled. "He has given me a wonderful opportunity." He conned you into preparing his Golden Boy. Pfft… Harry Potter… The Chosen One… I could kick his arse with my eyes closed.

"I'm really happy for you, Remus" Ron smiled, and Remus smiled back. "How are you feeling? The Full-Moon was only three nights ago." Remus tensed visibly, but then he relaxed slightly.

"I'm… I'm recovering, Ron…" Remus said, not keen to discuss his Lycanthropy Curse with anyone.

"Does Harry know about your Curse?" Ron asked. "I don't want to make a mistake and tell him if you haven't."

"He doesn't…" Remus replied. "And… And I don't want him to know… Not yet, at least." Fair enough. I can understand wanting to keep a part of yourself to yourself.

"I bet he's really excited that you're here" Ron said, deciding to change the subject. "I know I am."

"He's been here three times already, and he's coming back after dinner to 'help me unpack'…" Remus smiled and shook his head, how did he ever get so lucky?

"That's good" Ron nodded. "What about Sirius though? He'll probably starve to death without you, you know that right?"

"He's a survivor" Remus laughed. "He'll be fine, I promise."

"Really? You're not worried about finding his starved corpse when you get home for the Holidays?" Ron asked, and Remus laughed again.

"If only I was so lucky" Remus joked. "No… No, he plans to spend most nights at your house. Molly will keep him fed, and Arthur will keep him company. And when he gets really bored…"

"He'll chase down a pretty witch" Ron smirked, and Remus shrugged. "Merlin, he's awesome." Remus was about to say something, but the metal trunk behind him suddenly started shaking as if something was trying to get out. "Um… What's in the box?"

"That… is a lesson for one of your classes" Remus said, eyeing the metal trunk.

"A lesson? There's a Dark Creature in there?" Ron asked, eyeing the metal trunk with a curious look. Please tell me that those aren't Cornish Pixies.

"Indeed" Remus smiled at Ron. "Sirius and I found a lot of Dark things within Grimmauld Place, and although we threw most of them out, we kept a few of them as trophies. Sirius let me borrow a few of them for my classes, and the creature within that trunk is one of them."

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"You'll find out soon enough" Remus smirked, earning a snort from Ron. I can't wait.

"By the way Remus, have I ever told you just how much I love you?" Ron asked, and Remus blinked at him. "No? Well, let me fix that…"

"What do you want?" Remus asked with an amused look, he could see the greedy glint in Ron's eyes.

"Just some occasional private lessons" Ron grinned, and Remus just stared at Ron in bewilderment. "I bet you know some amazing Magic, and I was hoping that you could teach me some of it." Snape's tutelage is good, but I want to learn from as many people as I can. I bet Remus knows a few Spells that Snape doesn't, and I'd be a fool to pass up this opportunity.

"Ron, I…" Remus started, but then he trailed off. He was meant to be tutoring Harry, but this was Ron… Surely he could spare a day every other week in order to show Ron some Spells, especially considering the fact that Dumbledore feared the Dark Lord's return. "Why not?" Remus smiled, and Ron smiled back. "Let me settle in first, and then I'll let you know."

"Thanks, Remus" Ron said, glad to have found another source of knowledge. "I'm a quick study, I promise. One or two lessons a month is all I'm asking for."

"I look forward to it" Remus said, happy to see Ron so pleased.

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Tuesday 1st September, 1993 (Dungeons – Almost Dinnertime)

"Hello" Ron greeted his friends, who were on their way towards the Great Hall.

"Ron, there you are" Daphne said. "Where have you been?"

"With Snape, and then with Remus" Ron replied, and she nodded slowly.

"What did Snape want with you?" Theo asked.

"His Potions Club starts tomorrow, and he wanted me to join it" Ron replied.

"Wow, Ron that's great" Tracey smiled at him. "I mean, you constantly copy off of me in Potions, but I'm really happy for you."

"What?" Ron blinked at her, but she just kept smiling at him. "I want a new Potions partner…"

"I'll be your…" Pansy started, but Tracey lunged at Ron and latched onto his right arm.

"Mine" Tracey hissed overdramatically, and then she started dragging Ron away from them. "You can't leave me with Daphne, Ron. She is horrible at Potions."

"I'm right here" came Daphne's voice from behind them, clearly irked by Tracey's words.

"I was only kidding, Trace" Ron chuckled. "We're Potions partners for life." I'm glad she's over her embarrassment over me seeing her arse. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still see her yellow panties. And she did have a nice shaped arse, though she could do with a few more pounds.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Tracey whispered, eyeing Ron's crooked smile.

"Huh?" Ron blinked at her, quickly fixing his features.

"Hmmm…" Tracey hummed, eyeing him with a suspicious look. "I bet you were thinking something naughty, Ron."

"What makes you say that?" Ron asked calmly. MIND-READER!

"Why else would you smile in such a creepy manner?" Tracey whispered, shooting a quick glance at their friends behind them. They were talking amongst each other, and none of them seemed to be paying Ron and Tracey any attention. "So… What were you thinking about?"

"Tracey, you're being crazy" Ron laughed.

"Is that nervousness I detect in your laugh?" Tracey smirked, tapping her chin with her free hand. "Oh… I know what you were thinking."

"Then please enlighten me" Ron said, was she really onto him?

"You think my chest on your arm feels great" Tracey whispered, shooting him a rather wicked smile. Wait, I can feel the side of her chest pressed against my arm. Bloody hell, I've gotten too used to the girls cuddling me. Millie is the only one who doesn't do that anymore, but Tracey, Pansy, and Daphne take every chance to latch onto me. "Um… Hello?" Tracey called, and Ron blinked at her again.

"Sorry, I zoned out" Ron apologized. "And no, Trace… I wasn't thinking about the side of your chest touching my arm, which by the way, does feel nice."

"Thank you" Tracey smirked, glad that her breasts were finally trying to catch up to her body. Daphne had no idea how lucky she was… "So you weren't thinking about that, eh?"

"Nope" Ron smirked at her.

"What else would you be…?" Tracey started, but then she just stopped. "Ron… Were you thinking about my…"

"Look at that" Ron interrupted her, seeing students piling into the Great Hall. "The Great Hall is right there, where every student in Hogwarts is currently going."

"Damn…" Tracey frowned at the other students, and then she looked to Ron with narrowed eyes. "This conversation isn't over." Oh shite.

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Tuesday 1st September, 1993 (Dungeons – After Dinner)

Ron had quickly attached himself to Theo, mostly because he wanted to avoid Tracey. He had no idea whether or not she was actually angry with him for being a pervert, and he had no intention of finding out just yet. Tracey was a hard girl to predict, mostly because she could go from being extremely funny to being extremely serious if someone said the wrong thing. She enjoyed banter, teasing, and being adventurous, but she also hated people crossing lines with her. And I really don't want her to be pissed with me, I just bought her over a hundred gag items for her birthday.

"By the way, I saw the Triumvirate having a chat with the first years" Theo told Ron. "I think they've let them in on how Slytherin runs."

"You sure?" Ron asked, but Theo just shrugged.

"I just saw them speaking with the first years, but I didn't hear anything" Theo replied. "I reckon you should ask the Triumvirate for permission before you approach the first years, just to avoid any problems."

"Right, I'll do that" Ron nodded. "So… How's it feel to be a part of the representatives?"

"Not as good as I thought, truth be told" Theo replied. "I mean, I thought that I'd play an actual role in things, you know? But the current Triumvirate wants to be a dictatorship… Daphne and I literally have no special duties… We're just meant to be babysitting you lot. Oh, and we'll be the ones who get 'punished' if you lot get riled up."

"I'm sorry to hear that" Ron said, giving Theo a pat on his back. "It's still something though, isn't it? They picked you because they recognized something in you, and that has to count for something." Theo blinked at Ron, and then he gave Ron a weak smile.

"Thanks, mate" Theo said.

"It's no worries" Ron said back. "One step at a time, Theo… One step at a time."

"You're right" Theo nodded. "I just wish that they had picked you, or Blaise, over Malfoy. I'm telling you, Ron. I really don't want to work with him. He has this way of crawling back into people's heads, and I'm dead certain that he'll try some shite with Daphne and me."

"Just keep your guard up" Ron advised. "And… And please keep an eye on Daphne…"

"I will" Theo smirked at Ron, who just rolled his eyes. I shouldn't have said that.

"Malfoy's called her some pretty disgusting names before, and I don't want her getting hurt" Ron said firmly. "I'd do that for all of you, and you know it."

"We do… fearless leader" Theo sniggered, not missing Ron's ears turning slightly red.

"Have you told your father about being selected by the Triumvirate?" Ron asked, deciding to change the topic. I should also ask him about his father's whereabouts. "He's still in the country, right?"

"He is" Theo replied, not thinking too much about Ron's question. Good. "And I haven't told him yet. He'll want to know who else got selected, and when I tell him that Malfoy was picked over you, he'll get on my case. I just want your Quibbler business to take off, and then I can prove to him that he's wrong about you."

"Right…" Ron nodded slowly. Wrong about me? What right does a fucking Death-Eater have to judge me?

"Mate, don't be like that" Theo said, nudging Ron slightly.

"Be like what?" Ron asked as they followed some other students into the common room.

"You know that it's complicated being friends with you" Theo started, but then he stopped. "Fuck… That didn't come out right…"

"Well, I'm sorry Theo" Ron frowned at him, his temper flaring slightly. "I didn't know that I caused you such an inconvenience."

"I didn't mean it like that, and you know it" Theo said quickly. "I just meant that our Families aren't too keen on us being friends, that's all."

"Yeah…" Ron said, looking towards their favorite spot. Unlike you, I actually have the balls to stand up to my Family. I nearly lost them while I was trying to fight their decision to Re-Sort me, and I did it for you. The least you could do is to tell your father to treat me better than filth. Wait… Why do I even care about what Nott Snr thinks? He's already a dead man as far as I'm concerned.

"Ron… C'mon mate…" Theo sighed.

"It's alright, now leave it be" Ron hissed, making Theo stop. "What?"

"Parseltongue…" Theo muttered, and Ron blinked at him.

"You guys alright?" Tracey asked them, the rest of Ron and Theo's friends catching up.

"Yeah, we're fine" Theo replied, quickly donning on a mask of calm. I spoke in Parseltongue again?

"Right…" Daphne said, eyeing Ron with a curious look.

"Well, don't just stand there" Blaise said, moving past them all. Ron quickly followed after Blaise, wondering why he kept speaking out in Parseltongue whenever he felt vexed. I need to get a hold on this, otherwise I'll end up speaking Parseltongue to the wrong person. The moment Ron and his friends sat down, Samantha walked over from behind them.

"Ron, I need you to come with me" Samantha said, and then she immediately left. Um… Alright then. Ron got up and followed after her, unaware that his friends were just staring at him leave.

"Is everything alright?" Ron asked her as soon as he caught up to her, she was clearly in a hurry.

"Yes, we're just in a bit of a hurry" Samantha replied.

"We?" Ron asked.

"Clara, Carey, and I" Samantha replied. "Snape wants us to let him in our plans for the year, and he doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"I see" Ron nodded, following her towards her dorm. "What do you need from me?"

"We have the first years gathered in our room" Samantha replied. "We decided that we should get them involved as soon as possible, especially because they're an idiotic lot."

"An idiotic lot?" Ron asked. It's been one day.

"That Greengrass girl got herself a detention from McGonagall today, apparently she tried using Transfiguration on a fellow classmate." Bloody hell, Tori. What the hell is the matter with you? "Fawley has already made himself an outcast by distancing himself from his fellow House-mates, and the Carrow twins are already at odds with Lysandra Yaxley. You need to get them all in line before they do too much damage to our goals."

"Consider it done" Ron said firmly.

"Thank you, Ron" Samantha shot him a smile, and he smiled back without even thinking. I think her smiles are so amazing because she doesn't do them often. Plus, this is a welcome distraction. Ever since I learned about Potter's 'destiny', I've been on edge. The great 'Chosen One'… It's no wonder that the Professors blatantly play favorites with him and his friends. Especially Dumbledore. He can literally cause explosions in the Potions lab, and they wouldn't even suspend him.

"Here we are" Samantha said as she opened the door to her dorm, and Ron and made their way inside.

"Ron!" Tori beamed at him, and he gave her a weak smile. Human Transfiguration on your first day, Tori? Really?

"Good, you're here" Clara smiled at him. "First years, this is Ronald Bilius Weasley. And from this day on, you answer directly to him."

"A pleasure to meet all of you" Ron smiled at his charges, but only Tori and Lysandra smiled back. The Carrow twins were just staring at him creepily, while the four boys were openly gawking at him with awe. Guess they've heard of me.

"Ron is our voice, and our will" Carey told them. "And since we run this House, Ron has complete authority over you lot. You will do as he says, you will listen to him while he speaks, and you will show him nothing but respect." Stop, you're making me blush.

"And if he hands out work, or punishment, you will not put up resistance" Samantha told them, and then she looked to her friends.

"Ron, we leave them in your care" Carey said, and then both Clara and Carey followed Samantha out. Once the door was closed behind them, Tori skipped up to Ron and hugged his middle.

"Ohhh, can we greet you like that too?" Lysandra asked, shooting Ron a wide smile. The Carrow twins rolled their eyes at her at the exact same time, while the boys kept gawking at Ron.

"You're Ronald Weasley" Derek Smith said suddenly. "You're the Ronald Weasley, the one who can resist over fifty Veelas through sheer will alone."

"Yes, that's me" Ron smiled at the boy, who genuinely blushed. "Tori, that's enough."

"But I haven't kissed you yet" Tori whined, making the boys gape at her. Even the Carrow twins and Lysandra were a bit taken aback by Tori's comment, and Ron fought the urge to sigh in defeat.

"Are you two…?" Lysandra started.

"Ron's my Future husband" Tori lied, turning around in time to see the damage that she had caused. The other first years were genuinely shocked, while Ron just frowned lightly.

"Tori, behave" Ron said, but she just sniggered. "I am not her 'Future husband', I am an ally of her Family. Her older sister is one of my closest friends, and I spend a lot of time at their Manor."

"Boo" Tori said before sticking her tongue out at him. "You ruined my joke."

"Good…" Lysandra breathed out. "For a second there, I thought that you weren't single." What the fuck? "My name is Lysandra Yaxley, a pleasure to make your acquaintance" Lysandra said, and then she put her right hand forward for him. Ron took it, kissed her knuckles, and gave her a practiced bow. Yaxley? I've heard that somewhere...

"Weasley, Ronald Weasley" Ron reintroduced himself. Time to take charge. "As I'm sure you now know, the Silver Triumvirate runs this House. Their word is law, and this year, they've decided to change things up a bit. As such, I'm in charge of all of you. So let's have some introductions, and then we can discuss what's expected of you."

"I'm Astoria Greengrass, daughter of Sebastian and Mary Greengrass" Tori immediately introduced herself, shooting Ron a quick smirk. "My father is the wealthiest man in Wizarding Europe, and his reach is ever expanding." Alright then… She's clearly trying to establish herself as a leader of sorts. I bet that's how Malfoy introduced himself to my friends as well.

"Lysandra Yaxley, first born of Corban Yaxley and Eliza Yaxley" Lysandra reintroduced herself, still smiling at Ron. Corban Yaxley… Where have I heard the Yaxley name before?

"Hestia Carrow" Hestia said, her voice was rather subdued.

"Flora Carrow" Flora said, her voice equally subdued. Merlin, they're so creepy. They have no trace of an expression on their faces, it's just this dull stare.

"Derek Smith" Derek smiled at Ron, his chubby cheeks shooting upwards. A bit on the heavy side, this one.

"Mathew Roberts" Mathew spoke up, his brown eyes fixed on Ron's.

"Roberts? Any relation to a Madam Jane Roberts?" Ron asked, and Mathew slowly shook his head. Shame.

"Sebastian Cunningham" Sebastian introduced himself. "My older brother is Fabian Cunningham, and he was a member of the Silver Triumvirate last year." Neat. This kid already knows just how important the Triumvirate is then. Ron then looked to Johnathon Fawley, who looked less than eager to speak up.

"Johnathon Fawley…" Johnathon said, sounding even less enthusiastic than he looked.

"Alright" Ron smiled at them all, trying his best to seem pleasant and approachable. "Now that we all know each other, let's have a long chat about what's ahead of you. As first years, you have certain advantages that the rest of us don't. For one, you are new here, and because of that, the teachers will give you a lot of leeway."

"Tell that to McGonagall" Tori frowned. "She gave me a detention, Ron."

"I heard what happened, and you're lucky that Snape hasn't given you one as well" Ron told her, and then he looked back to the others. "Although you'll be given a lot of leeway, don't forget for one second that you're in Slytherin. Being in this House has a lot of perks, but there are also a lot of issues that only we have to tackle. The biggest issue being that the other Houses don't like us very much…"

"Hardly surprising…" Johnathon muttered, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You have a problem with Slytherin, Fawley?" Sebastian frowned.

"Guys, please don't fight again" Derek pleaded, shooting a worried look towards Ron. Again?

"You can speak your mind around me, Johnathon" Ron smiled at the lanky boy, he could understand why the boy was less than pleased about his sorting.

"Everyone knows what happened last year…" Johnathon said, looking towards his frowning year-mates. "The Chamber was opened by someone in Slytherin, and people got hurt…"

"The Chamber was indeed opened" Ron nodded. "But it wasn't at the hands of a Slytherin. And as for people getting hurt, I myself was petrified by the monster of Slytherin."

"Were you really?" Lysandra asked, sounding more excited than worried.

"I was" Ron replied. "The 'Heir of Slytherin' was not actually from Slytherin, and they didn't care about who they hurt. They were going after everyone in the school, we were simply blamed because of association."

"Oh…" Johnathon blinked.

"As I was saying" Ron continued. "The other Houses don't like us very much, and sometimes, they are right not to. We have a few people in this House who constantly make things worse for all of us, and I expect you all to never take part in that. Any form of slurs related to Blood-Status will be severely punished, and if I ever find out that you're bullying students from other Houses, I will not hesitate to punish you."

"So we can't speak our minds?" the Carrow twins asked. Speak your minds? I need to keep my eyes on these two.

"There is a time and place for that, and Hogwarts is not it" Ron replied, keeping his eyes fixed on them. "The Professors, like myself, don't tolerate that kind of behavior. And if you are caught participating in such behavior, you will undoubtedly lose us a great deal of House Points."

"But what if we get bullied?" Derek piped up, his hands fidgeting in front of him. "Some Gryffindor boy sneered at me today for no reason…"

"If you are being picked on, come straight to me" Ron told them. "I'll find your bully, and I'll feed them their own teeth." Tori sniggered at that, while the others just blinked at him. "As long as I'm in charge of you, you're under my protection. If anyone gives you grief, you come to me. If you are having trouble with your studies, you come to me. If you just want someone to talk to, you can come to me. Is that understood?" They all nodded, and Derek looked particularly happy with Ron's words.

"Now, as I was saying" Ron restarted. "Since the other Houses don't like us very much, and they have a tendency to see us as 'the Dark House', you all need to stick by each other. Who can tell me Slytherin's House traits?"

"I can" Mathew said, putting his hand up as if he were in class. "Resourcefulness, cunning, ambition, determination, leadership, self-preservation, fraternity, and cleverness." He literally recited that from a book, didn't he?

"Well done" Ron smiled at Mathew, who smiled back proudly. I found myself a teacher's pet. "Out of all of these traits, fraternity is perhaps the most important. We Slytherins must always have each other's backs, despite our own differences. It is an unspoken rule in this House that whatever our grievances, we do not bring them out in public. What happens inside the House, stays inside the House. If you begin acting against your fellow House-mates, you will find yourself out in the cold pretty quickly. You are all going to be spending seven years together, so believe me, you don't want to turn yourself into a pariah."

"Now, I know that you all have your differences, and maybe you'll even have a few fights, but remember, your House-mates are your allies against the hate that we all get from the other Houses" Ron went on, his eyes lingering on Johnathon. "You lot are a unit, and if you don't stick together, you'll make for easier targets. Which is why I want you all to shake hands, and put your differences aside." The first years looked to each other, and Ron could sense the tension between Sebastian and Johnathon. "That. Was. Not. A. Request…" Ron said slowly, his gaze becoming rather intimidating.

"I'm sorry about acting… withdrawn…" Johnathon sighed at Sebastian, putting his hand forward for a shake.

"I'm sorry for being an arse…" Sebastian said, shaking Johnathon's hand.

"Girls?" Ron looked to the Carrow twins and Lysandra. "I've heard that there's been some disagreement between you."

"She used our hairbrush" Flora said, looking at Lysandra coldly.

"I told you, I forgot to pack mine" Lysandra shot back. "And what's the big deal? It's just a hairbrush."

"It's someone else's property, and you need to respect that" Ron told her, staring right through her.

"I…" Lysandra started, but her voice hitched when she stared into his pale eyes. "I'm sorry for using your hairbrush…"

"Apology accepted" the twins said together, eyeing Ron carefully.

"And you" Ron looked to Tori, who smiled sheepishly. "No more attempts at Human Transfiguration."

"Since you asked so nicely, I will oblige" Tori said, and Ron gave her a curt nod.

"I want all eight of you to be friends, especially because the Silver Triumvirate has high expectations of you" Ron told them. "Which brings me down to the crux of the matter. You are all a gold-mine of House Points, and we need you to help us get an early lead."

"A gold-mine of House Points?" Mathew asked.

"When first years show skill and understanding within classes, the teachers tend to shower them with House Points" Ron replied, and all eight of them nodded slowly. "I will be tutoring you all personally, and with what I'll teach you, you'll all be at the top of your classes."

"You'll tutor us?" Mathew beamed. "You're a Prodigy!" How lies have fed my legend…

"Thank you, Mathew" Ron smiled at the excited boy. "I will be helping you with your classwork, your homework, and if you behave, I'll even teach you a few Spells."

"What kind of Spells?" Sebastian asked quickly, a certain gleam in his black eyes. A demonstration? Sure. Ron walked over to Clara's bed, and then he aimed his left palm at one of the four wooden pillars.

"Glacius" Ron chanted softly, and he felt his hand tighten. Ron immediately grabbed the post with his left hand, and ice immediately started covering the post from his hand.

"WOAH!" Ron heard the first years yell.

"That's Wandless Magic, that is!" Mathew hollered, barely able to keep his excitement in check. Ron let go of the post as he turned to face them, their awed expressions brought a smile to his face. Even the twins looked genuinely awed.

"You'll teach us that?!" Derek asked, his entire face lighting up.

"If you behave, then yes" Ron smirked.

"We'll behave!" Tori spoke for the whole group. "Ron is crazy powerful! I saw him nearly best an Auror in single combat!"

"An Auror?" the twins asked, shooting Ron and the frozen post a look of utter disbelief.

"She only barely beat him" Tori replied, and Ron smiled at her for her 'help'.

"Bloody hell…" Johnathon muttered, his eyes fixed on the frozen post.

"The Triumvirate expects me to succeed in my goal, and I expect you all to give me your best" Ron told them. "Our relationship will be a two-way street. If you give me your best, then I will give you my best. I want all of you to collectively earn seventy five points a week, and if that seems like too much, then let me tell you that it isn't. I myself earned fifty to sixty points a day when I first got here, and because of that, I have earned the respect of the Silver Triumvirate itself. This House values excellence, and if you work hard, then you will be rewarded."

"What if we earn seventy five points, but then lose them?" Tori asked, hoping to find a loophole.

"If this group collectively loses more than twenty House Points a week, then I will punish all of you" Ron told them. "Trust me, there are plenty of disgusting tasks that I can think of."

"So we can't lose more than twenty House Points a week, and we need to earn seventy five minimum" Hestia summarized, and Ron didn't miss Lysandra's faraway look.

"You are correct" Ron told her.

"And if we keep accomplishing this weekly goal, you'll teach us awesome Spells?" Sebastian asked, and Ron nodded. "I'm in."

"Me too" the other boys said.

"Girls?" Ron looked to them, and the twins gave him curt nods.

"Of course I'll help you, Ron" Tori smiled sweetly.

"Me too" Lysandra smiled as well, and Ron nodded at them.

"Great, any other questions?" Ron asked.

"Who's our leader?" Tori asked. "We need someone in charge, right?"

"I'm in charge, and you may call me 'leader' if you like" Ron told her, and she barely held back a frown. "Anything else?"

"When do we study with you?" Derek asked.

"Sundays" Ron replied. "I'm free all day, and we can all sit together and study."

"But that's the weekend" Lysandra stated, clearly shocked by this.

"I know" Ron said, not really caring about her unspoken complain. "Every Sunday morning, at ten A.M sharp, I expect you all to be in the common room with your books. We will study until lunch, and then after lunch ends, we will study until six P.M. You can leave all of your homework for that day."

"So no homework during the week?" Tori asked, and Ron nodded. "YES!"

"I guess that's not so bad…" Lysandra nodded to herself.

"What if we need help with something other than our homework?" Mathew asked. "Like extracurricular stuff?"

"Then you can come to me whenever you like" Ron replied. "I'll make time for you, I promise."

"Great" Mathew smiled widely, this was going to be amazing. He'd no doubt be at the top of his class, especially because he was being mentored by Slytherin's Prodigy.

"Do you guys have any more questions?" Ron asked, and they all traded slow looks. I guess that's it. "Alright then… Starting from this moment on, you will not lose any more House Points. Your quota starts next week, and your study sessions with me start on Sunday. You are all dismissed." The first years nodded, and then they slowly began to leave. "Johnathon, stay behind for a moment. I want to talk to you." Johnathon stopped moving, and the other first years shot him quick looks before leaving.

"Um… Did I do something wrong?" Johnathon asked slowly.

"No, mate" Ron gave him a reassuring smile. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" he asked.

"About your sorting" Ron replied, and Johnathon gave him a defeated look.

"Look… I get it… I'm a Slytherin now, and I need to show my loyalty to this House…" Johnathon said, he had spent the entire day hiding from the Hufflepuffs. His mother and father were in for a nasty surprise, and he dreaded their reactions.

"I'm glad to hear that" Ron started. "But I want to know if you're doing alright. I know how hard it is to be sorted into a House that isn't your 'Family's House'."

"You…" Johnathon started, but then he trailed off. "I guess you do, don't you?"

"I really do, trust me" Ron smiled at him. "You're probably scared of what your parents might say, and you certainly can't understand how this happened to you, but I want you to know, it isn't the end of the World. You will find friends here, and most of the students in this House don't really care for Blood-Supremacy. Hell, two of the three Triumvirate members are Half-Bloods."

"Really?" Johnathon asked, genuinely surprised by that.

"Really" Ron nodded. "Don't back down from your beliefs, and in time, everyone in your Family will come to accept your sorting."

"Your Family accepted yours?" Johnathon asked.

"Eventually, yes" Ron said, though that wasn't completely true. But he doesn't need to hear that. He's probably scared, and he needs a friend. "Just concentrate on your studies, meet and make new friends, and enjoy your time at Hogwarts. This is a wonderful place, and you would be at a loss if you let your sorting ruin that for you. And if you ever need anything, you can always come to me."

"Thanks, Ron" Johnathon smiled weakly. "Wait… Can I call you 'Ron'?"

"Sure thing, mate" Ron nodded his consent.

"Alright… You can call me John, if you like" John said, feeling slightly better about everything. "Are you going to fix that?" John asked as he pointed to the frozen part of the post.

"Fuck no" Ron grinned, and John blinked at him. "Let's get the hell out of here." John chuckled weakly as they both quickly left the room, and once Ron had closed the door, they both departed for the common room.

"Was it hard to make new friends?" John asked. "You being from the Weasley Family, and all."

"I got pretty lucky, actually" Ron replied, remembering how Theo and Blaise had approached him. They taught me how to say my name 'properly', and then they began following me around. "But I've had my fair share of fights with morons who wanted me gone. But I just stood my ground, and I weathered it without flinching."

"I don't know if I can do that" John admitted. "A bunch of Slytherins weren't too happy to see me join the Slytherin table this morning…"

"Who?" Ron asked. "Did one of them look like a Troll?"

"Um… Sort of" John replied. "He was around your height, but much bulkier."

"Marcus Flint" Ron sighed. "Keep your distance from him, he's a fucking twat."

"Right…" John nodded, shocked at Ron's language.

"I'm not going to lie to you, John" Ron told the lanky boy. "There will be people who throw their weight around near you, and sometimes, they'll say things that get to you. But you've got support, and if you make yourself valuable to this House, that support will get bigger."

"I understand" John nodded as they entered the common room, and Ron immediately spotted Daphne waiting for him.

"Ron, can I have a word?" Daphne asked, and then she looked to John.

"This is Johnathon" Ron introduced the boy. "He's one of my first years. Johnathon, this Daphne Greengrass. Astoria's older sister."

"Nice to meet you" John gave her a rather shy smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Johnathon" Daphne gave him her hand, and he gave her knuckles a quick kiss. He's better mannered than I was when I first got sorted.

"I'll take my leave" John said. "Thanks again, Ron." With that, John walked off towards the other first years. At least they're all sitting together now, no doubt discussing what I told them.

"What can I do for you, Daphne?" Ron asked her, shooting her a crooked smile.

"You can show me your new dorm for a start" Daphne smirked, eager to finally speak with Ron alone.

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Five Minutes Later

"Alright, how much time do we have?" Ron asked her as soon as he locked the door.

"Theo told me of how he upset you by mistake" Daphne told him, and Ron blinked at her. What? "He didn't mean anything by it, Ron."

"Daph… I'm not even upset…" Ron said, feeling rather let down by the lack of physical contact. Time to change that. We haven't had a chance to be together since I got grounded.

"I know, but he's convinced that he upset you" Daphne sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Ron's bed. "He mentioned that you started speaking Parseltongue…"

"I like the way it sounds" Ron joked, and Daphne blinked at him.

"Ron… Be serious…" Daphne said, but Ron shook his head.

"Nah… I want to play instead" Ron said, skipping over to her.

"Ron, don't ever skip like that again" Daphne said, her lips twitching upwards. "It was really unattractive."

"How else am I supposed to show off my jolly mood?" Ron asked her. "C'mon Daph, we haven't been alone since that day at the Manor. You remember, don't you? We danced, kissed, cuddled, and then you pretended to be my wife."

"I remember" Daphne said, her cheeks were beginning to turn rosy.

"That was probably best day that I'd had in ages" Ron admitted, slowly kneeling in front of her.

"Me too" Daphne said, she knew what he was up to. "Ron… Our friends could walk in…"

"I locked the door" Ron said as he slowly pushed her onto her back, and then he hovered over her with a smile. "Have I told you about how much I like your hair as it's currently styled?"

"You may have mentioned something about it" Daphne smirked.

"Well, I really like it" Ron whispered.

"You don't think it's too long?" Daphne asked him, and Ron shook his head.

"It's perfect" Ron replied, earning himself one of her smiles.

"What's come over you, Ron?" Daphne asked him, still smiling up at him. "You're usually not this straightforward, not that I'm complaining of course." That might be because I haven't rubbed one out in two days, or it might be because I love being this close to her.

"You just look really amazing, and my inner bloke is demanding that I do something about it" Ron grinned, making Daphne giggle.

"You're weird" Daphne told him.

"I'm serious Daph, you look really good" Ron told her, genuinely meaning it. And in the Future, you'll look even better! I'm one lucky bastard!

"Really?" Daphne asked, her face flushing slightly because of his compliments.

"Yes, really" Ron nodded, and then he planted a kiss on her nose.

"You missed" Daphne giggled.

"Did I?" Ron asked. "Well, time to try again." With that, Ron gave her a kiss that lasted nearly fifteen seconds. When they finally parted, there was a resounding smacking sound. "I think we just set the record for our long kisses."

"Come closer" Daphne whispered, her hands creeping onto his back. She was feeling rather excited herself, and his compliments had made her completely forget about her original goal. Ron placed his weight on his elbows instead of his palms, and because of that, his chest began pressing down on hers. Soft pillows… One day, I'll rest my head on you. I swear it.

"I'm not crushing you, am I?" Ron asked her, and she shook her head as she locked her fingers behind his back.

"You're a little heavy, but it feels… nice" Daphne whispered, her eyes becoming slightly glazed over. "Bring your face down…" Ron did as he was told, already feeling like he was going to pop an erection. I'll probably need to get off her before it happens. I'd rather not poke her with it. "Pansy gave me some of Witch Weekly magazines to read" Daphne whispered, her breath hitting his face. "And I read something that I want to try…"

"What is it?" Ron whispered back, his heart beating hard against his chest.

"It's a type of kiss… Different from what we do…" Daphne whispered, staring into his eyes. She wanted to just blurt it out and save herself the embarrassment, but she didn't want to scare him off either. "We won't try it if you don't want to…"

"Go on…" Ron whispered, he could actually feel her heartbeat with his own chest. Merlin, I'm actually scared that her heart will explode.

"It's called a French kiss, and it involves using our tongues" Daphne whispered, her eyes still fixed on his. A French kiss? She means snogging, doesn't she?

"Are you sure?" Ron asked her, and she gave him a nod.

"I've heard that Brown, Patil, and Dunbar have already tried it, and I want to try it as well" Daphne replied. "Can we?"

"Yeah… Yeah…" Ron whispered, leaning down slowly. Bloody hell, we're really doing this. Just go for it, Ron. Stop being a little bitch. Fuck, why am I so nervous? Ron's lips caressed hers, and the moment he tried to deepen the kiss, the Universe threw a fucking wrench into everything.

"Ron? You in there?" came Theo's voice, and Ron shot off of Daphne with the speed of lightning. Daphne, much to her credit, immediately sat up with a nonchalant expression. Fucking fuck! Theo, you motherfucker!

"Get the door" Daphne whispered, fixing her hair into place. Ron quickly walked over and opened the door, coming face to face with Theo and Blaise.

"The door was open" Ron lied, smiling widely at his friends.

"We didn't want to disturb you two" Theo smirked, and Ron rolled his eyes.

"Don't be an arse" Ron said, moving back into the room.

"He's not upset with you" Daphne told Theo as soon as the weedy boy entered the room, and Theo gave Ron a sheepish smile. "Can I leave now? Or do you need me to help you with your bra?" Shite, Daph… At least try to hide your bitterness…

"That's just mean…" Theo frowned at her, while Ron and Blaise laughed at him.

"Alright then, I'm off" Daphne said as she stood up, she had half a mind to kill Theo and Blaise. "Goodnight, boys."

"Goodnight" they said together.

"Oh, wait…" Ron called, and Daphne turned around to look at him. "Tell Millie that we're going for our morning run at six in the morning."

"I'll do that" Daphne said, her expression and tone unreadable. And just like that, she was gone. NO! FUCKING SHITE FUCK CUNT FUCK!

"Ron, you alright?" Blaise asked, and Ron smiled at him. "You looked flushed…"

"Migraine…" Ron lied.

"Oh, I've got a Potion for that" Theo said, walking over to his trunk. Tonight, a weedy boy dies in his sleep.

"There's no need for that, I'm going to tuck in for the night" Ron said, walking over to the bathroom.

"Right" Theo nodded, hopping onto his own bed.

"Are you going to take a shower?" Blaise asked.

"Want to join me?" Ron asked back.

"Just hurry up please, I want to take one as well" Blaise said, and Ron nodded as he closed and locked the door. Ron knew that a shower was the least of his concerns right now, he needed to get the image of Daphne being under him out of his head. Time to make Madam Roberts proud.

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Author's Notes: And there it is! Once again, my bad for the late update. But c'mon, I'm only human. And Bloodborne is damn addictive! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!

See you on Thursday!