Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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Students-- Harry, Ron, Harper and Hermione among them-- crowd the parapets, buzzing with anticipation. Far below, Professor Dumbledore has assembled the staff as a kind of welcoming party.

Suddenly a rumble fills the sky and a team of winged horses cleave the clouds, pulling a gigantic powder-blue carriage. Through one of the windows, a beautiful woman peers down. With an earth-shaking thud, the carriage lands.

Just then, a great bubbles roil the glassy surface of the Black Lake and a long black mast pierces the water, rising higher and higher. A black ship rises out of a great rushing whirlpool of water, looking skeletal and ghostly in the half-light. A dark figure strides out onto the deck-- tall, thin and sleek.

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Students scramble into position in the Courtyard, turning expectantly to Professor Dumbledore, who stands before the staff.

Harry notices a man near the back and nudges Ron, gaining the attention of Harper as well as the brunette is still clinging to Ron.

"What's he doing here?" Ron questioned, enjoying the heat from Harper's body.

"Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" Professor Dumbledore said.

Music begins-- light and fanciful-- and a woman in a diaphanous gown strides into the courtyard. She is beautiful, elegant and tall.

"Blimey. That's one big woman." Seamus said.

Then, one by one, a procession of stunningly beautiful Beauxbatons girls enter in graceful synchronization. Clad in silky, skin-clinging robes, they make a decided impression on Ron and Harper-- and every other boy present.

Suddenly, one after another, they pitch themselves forward and cartwheel to the top of the courtyard where, allayed in a circle, they await their last two members: Fluer Delacour, a particularly luminous girl, and her 8-year-old sister Gabrielle, who is her double. Vaulting side-by-side to the center of the circle, Fluer pulls out a silk scarf, dangles it from her fingertips and spins Gabrielle like a top.

The courtyard roars with approval.

"Madame Maxime. Welcome to Hogwarts, my dear." Professor Dumbledore said.

"Ah, Dumbly-dorr. You are well, yes?" Madame Maxime said.

"Blooming." Professor Dumbledore said.

Madame Maxime steps away, passing Hagrid.

Suddenly, the thrum of Balalaikas fills the courtyard.

"And now... our friends from the north! Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang!" Professor Dumbledore exclaimed.

A tall, sleek and arrogant man strides forth, trailed by a regiment of stoic Durmstrang boys in dark fur cloaks. A pair of sleek black panthers-- eyes glittering like gold-- pad sullenly at the man's side. As the man reaches the top of the courtyard, he glances about imperiously.

"Dear old Hogwarts. It's so..." Karkaroff said.

"Perfectly imperfect?" Professor Dumbledore said.

Karkaroff smiles, turning to Professor Snape, who nods curtly.

"Igor." Professor Snape said.