A/N: These stories are inspired by images I found on the internet. Here's a link to the page I found them on. Also you will notice some quotes from J.K. Rowling's books, so that all goes to her! Read and Review! Enjoy:) /biancaathena/harry-potter/?page=11 (*just add pinterest . com to the beginning :) )

Hello. My name is Ron Weasley. There are a few things you should know about me before I tell you my story. First of all, I have 5 older brothers, Fred and George (the twin pranksters), Percy (the smart prefect head boy snob), Charlie (he works with dragons), and Bill (he's the cool one that works at Gringotts), and I have one younger sister, Ginny (she is unbelievably annoying). I'm poor. I love the Chudley Cannons. I live at the Burrow. My whole family has been in Gryffindor. And I have a lot to live up to.

Yep. That's it. Pretty boring, huh? I'll start the real story now. It all starts when a black haired, scrawny, parentless kid with glasses asks my mum how to get onto the platform.

"Excuse me," the black haired boy said to my mum.

"Hello, dear," Mum said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."

She pointed me, and I did my best to smile. I mean my mum just totally embarrassed me in front of him! I can introduce myself thanks! Well, I'm not going to bore you with the details but here's the main points of what happened; So Mum told the boy to run at the wall before I did, he did, and then my mum went all crazy at me telling me I should have said something to him because he looked lonely. I finally escaped through the barrier onto platform nine and three quarters.

That's when all hell broke loose. Well, kind of. Fred and George disappeared for a little while then came back saying they met Harry Potter! I mean THE Harry Potter! Apparently he was the black haired boy that asked how to get onto the platform! And my mum had embarrassed me in front of him. Great.

So I get on the train and try to find a compartment. In one I find a bunch of sixth years playing a game of chess. Have I told you I am the champion of chess? Well, I am. Anyway, in the second one, I find a blonde haired boy with two meaty boys which happened to look like body guards. In another compartment, I see a bushy haired girl talking nonstop to the poor round faced bloke who looks about ready to bust into tears. Then I find him. He's sitting all alone to my surprise. I mean, he's Harry Potter! Who wouldn't want to sit next to the famous Harry Potter? So I take my chances and enter the compartment. He turned out to be pretty cool and really nice. Not to mention really rich! He bought almost everything from the trolley! We both pigged out and we talked and laughed.

He was so cool and I really wanted to impress him. So I wanted to show him the spell I learned from Fred and George to turn my rat, Scabbers, yellow.

I cleared my throat and started saying, "Sun—"

Then of course that bushy haired girl had to come in asking if we've seen Neville's toad. I don't even know who Neville is! I guess she saw my wand and so she asked to see me do a spell. So I did, kind of.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

I waved my wand, but nothing happened. Just my luck. And you wouldn't believe what that girl said.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard – I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – I'm Hermione Granger by the way, who are you?"

She said all of this very fast.

Harry and I looked at each other to see that neither of us had learned all our course books by heart.

"I'm Ron Weasley," I muttered.

"Harry Potter," Said Harry.

Then of course she goes on and on and on and on about how she's read all about him and then which house we'll be in then she tells us we need to change into our robes, and then she leaves. Just like that. Thank Merlin!

Again I'll skip to when we all get sorted. I didn't know it was a sorting hat as they say. I thought it was just a hat.

The Sorting Hat, I have to say, was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. My mum would have had it cleaned a million times before letting it into the burrow.

The hat twitched and a rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth—and the hat began to sing:

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden inside your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use ant means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each table and became quite still again.

"So we've just got to try on the hat!" I whispered to Harry. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."

So the sorting began with Professor McGonagall calling out a girl named Hannah Abbott.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.

"Susan Bones!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat, yet again.

"Terry Boot!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Millicent Bulstrode then became a Slytherin. And Merlin were they ugly!

"Justin Finch-Fletchey!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Hermione Granger!"

Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. I groaned, of course.

This is taking way too long. I'll just get to the point. I finally found out who Neville was (the round faced boy). He was put into Gryffindor (there must be something wrong with the Sorting Hat). Draco Malfoy (an evil git) got his wish at once to be put into Slytherin. Crabbe and Goyle (his 'body guards') were also put in Slytherin along with Nott and Parkinson. A pair of twin girls, Padma and Parvati Patil, became a Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, respectively. Harry became Gryffindor after a long wait. Fred and George yelled "We got Potter! We got Potter!" as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. Now I better be in Gryffindor!

Dean Thomas became Gryffindor and Lisa Turpin became a Ravenclaw and then it was my turn. I felt sick to my stomach when I put the sorting hat on.

"Ah, another Weasley. I know just what to do with you. GRYFFINDOR!" The last part was shouted out loud. But I was too pleased to notice. I made my way next to Harry and collapsed in the seat next to him.

"Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy pompously.

Now we all had food and went up to bed after singing the school song. We ran into Peeves, the poltergeist, and then we went up to the Gryffindor tower. We all fell asleep instantly.

The next morning, I went into charms with Harry and guess who I was paired up with to practice hovering charms. Hermione Granger. Yep, that's who. And can I tell you, she is the bossiest know-it-all in the world.

"Stop, stop, stop! You're going to take somebody's eye out!" She yells at me. "Anyway, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Levio-sar!"

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," I snarled.

And she did. This story is getting really boring. So that's really how I met an annoying know-it-all. Here's how we became friends:

I made her cry when I told my friends she was bossing me around with the charm thing. She was in the girl's bathroom all day. And you wouldn't believe what happened! A troll was in Hogwarts! Of course Harry had to remember Hermione so we went looking for her, but found the troll instead. So we locked it into the nearest room. And guess what room that was. Yep, the girl's bathroom.

We heard Hermione scream and ran in to help. Harry put his wand up the troll's nose and I knocked it out with its own club. And you wouldn't believe what Hermione did. She told a straight out lie to a teacher! She said she went looking for the troll because she read all about them! I dropped my wand when I heard that! We lost and earned some points and all three of us went up to the Gryffindor tower.

We all said thanks to each other and went off to get plates for dinner since it had been canceled from the troll.

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became our friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

So that's the story of how we became friends with the know-it-all Hermione Granger.