Author's note: Umm hey everyone... :) So this is my first story, constructive criticism is appreciated and reviews are eagerly hoped for! lol

Disclaimer : I am NOT J.K Rowling. I own nothing from Harry Potter. Only thing I own is the plot and sadly the plot does not have the name "Ron Weasley". *sniffle* Will it always be this hard?

They say that love is blind. Not that I believe in that nonsense anyway. Love is anything but blind, if you ask me. A real eye-opener, that's probably what Ron would say. Actually, no. Ron would probably say that I'm being a complete idiot for worrying about these things and then he'd go stuff his face with some more of those dreadful chocolate frogs. Then I'd scold him for making such an insensitive remark and he'd roll his eyes at me. Though he can be a total git at times, I have to admit that there are times when I've smiled inwardly at his adorable nature. It's those freckles that are sprinkled across his face that stretch outwards whenever his face relaxes into that sloppy grin of his, it's those exact freckles that don't let you take Ron Weasley seriously.

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As the train rumbled on towards Hogwarts, I was sitting comfortable in the familiar red velvet seats of our compartment reading my new favourite book. "A Wizard's Guide To Spells Untried", had been on a list of books that Professor McGonagall had given me that she'd recommended for me to read. I had just gotten to the part where it explains that the atmosphere in which you first try a new spell plays an important role in the outcome and efficiency of the final result when I heard a small chuckle coming from the doorway. I put my book down and balanced it on my lap, hoping that the pages wouldn't shut as I didn't happen to have a bookmark.

"Oi! Why it's dear Hermione! We suppose that you're going to have a terrible summer, don't we George?" George nodded quite vigorously in response to his brother.

"And why would you suppose that?" I snapped back. My book's pages were starting to come together so I shifted in my seat. I was not going to be degraded to dog-earing the page, that's something I absolutely never do.

"Why, it's because our dear brother over here-"

"-whose ears are turning remarkably red I'd like to add-" At this interruption from Fred, I glanced over and noticed that Ron's ears were indeed darkening at the tips.

"-is the reason for youcoming to stay at the Burrow and in result, having to spend nearly all summer in the company of such a clueless fool," finished George with a sly grin at Ron.

"Why George, I have to say that I never thought that Fred was that clueless. I was reckoning that you were the fool, but then again you can never be sure with twins, can you?" I shrugged. I wasn't one for teasing, but the twins definitely brought it upon themselves. For once, George said nothing. He merely smirked at me.

"Oh my," sighed Fred dramatically. "What are we going to do with you George? My own brother can't handle a little bookworm, what a shame…I'm afraid your tongue has grown quite dull. I'm going to have to sharpen it when we get back to the Burrow…" He pulled out his pocket knife and waved it comically around. George's eyes widened in mock horror and he ran in slow motion away from his twin, who followed him back to their own compartment. Or to go down and terrorize some first years, you can never be sure with those two.

"Bloody hell Hermione, you actually bested a Weasley twin!" exclaimed Ron and he roughly hugged me before slinking back to his end of the seat, looking embarrassed. Harry's eyes darted from Ron to me and back to Ron before he raised his head and grinned at no one in particular. The little sneak. I quickly turned back to my book and read for the rest of the trip to Platform 9 ¾.