Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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"Detention. On the first day?" Neville asked, hovering nearby Harry and Ron, inside of the Greenhouse Three.

"That must be some kind of record." Seamus said.

"I should think you'd count yourself lucky that's all you got." Hermione said.

"I should think you'd mind your own business." Ron said, him and Hermione glaring at each other before it was stopped by Harper who decided to stand in the middle of Ron and Hermione.

Professor Sprout taps her wand on a stack of pots. "Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Today, we will be re-potting Mandrakes. Now, who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?" She looked at Hermione who raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger."

"Mandrake, of Mandragora, is used to return those who have been transfigured to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it." Hermione answered.

"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor. As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet. However, they will knock you out for several hours. That is why I have provided each of you with a pair of earmuffs. If you would then..." Professor Sprout said, telling the students to put on their earmuffs.

Ron frowns, looking at the bright pink fluffy pair. He gave it to Harper when the brunette held out his own to Ron, Ron decided that Harper looked really good in pink.

When the class is ready, Professor Sprout leads then to the garden area. She grasps one of the tuffy plants before her and pulls. Instead of roots, a small, muddy, baby pops out of the earth, leaves growing right out of its head.

Neville's eyes roll back and faint.

Professor Sprout plunges the bawling creature deep into a pot, removes her earmuffs, and the others follow suit. Everyone but Neville, who lies stretched on the ground.

"Hm. Looks as though Mr. Longbottom neglected his muffs." Professor Sprout said.

"No, ma'am. He's just fainted." Seamus said.

"Very well. We'll just leave him then. Come now. Four to a tray, plenty of pots to go round..."

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Harper turned his head to Hermione who has her nose buried in Gilderoy Lockhart's Travel with Trolls. Ron runs gobs of Spellotape over his broken wand, shaking his head grimly.

"Say it. I'm doomed." Ron said.

"You're doomed." Harry said as a flashing light blinds Harry. He blinks and finds a small boy standing before him with a camera.

"Hiya, Harry. I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too." Colin said, smiling brightly at Harry.

"Hello, Colin. Nice to meet--"

"They're for my dad-- the pictures. He's a milkman, you know, a Muggle, like all our family's been until me. No one knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till we got my letter from Hogwarts. Everyone just thought I was mental." Colin said.

"Imagine that." Ron said.

"Say, Harry. D'you think your friends could take a photo of me and you standing together? Ya' know, to prove I've met you?" Colin asked.

Harry glances at Ron. He looks positively homicidal. Thankfully, just then, owls stream into the hall.

"Post is here!" Dean Thomas said.