Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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Henley sits with Cho, who whispers in his ear and giggles. Henley smiled enigmatically and casts a faint glance towards Harry, who responds by dribbling porridge down his chin. As Harry dabs his mouth quickly with his napkin, Parvati and Padma Patil-- identical twins-- strolls by and cast him identical come-hitter looks.

"Hi, Harry." Parvati and Padma said.

"I don't believe it! She's done it again." Hermione said, scowling at the Daily Prophet. Under Rita Skeeter's byline and photo. She reads what's on the Daily Prophet to them. She jumps when Harper places a jar on the table, inside is a beetle. "What are you doing with a beetle?"

"That's," Harper pointed at the jar. "my dear sister... is Rita Skeeter." He said, smiling when Hermione's eyes widened. "An unregistered Animagus Rita Skeeter." He said, looking at the beetle who didn't sit still ever since he caught her in the jar.

"You caught her?" Ron asked, looking at Harper with an impressed look. "How did you know?"

"I noticed that this beetle has been following Harry ever since I saved him in that trophy room." Harper said, tapping his finger on the jar.

"You mean when you burn her notes?" Harry asked, an amused expression on his face.

"I don't regret a single thing." Harper said, looking up from the jar when a tiny first year boy comes dashing up with a floppy box.

"Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley." The boy said.

"Ah, thank you, Nigel." Ron said, taking the parcel as Nigel stares in jittery awe at Harry.

"Give me the stuff you needed signed, Nigel." Harper said and takes the notes from Nigel, he gave it to Harry. "Would you do the honor of signing this, Harry?"

"I'd be happy to." Harry said, taking the notes and signing it before giving it back to Harper who gave it to Nigel.

"Thank you, Mr. Granger and Mr. Potter." Nigel said, walking off with a happy expression.

"He's cute." Harper said, smiling softly at the boy.

"Wants a kid in the future, Harper?" Hermione asked, smiling softly.

"Yes!" Harper exclaimed without hesitation.

Hermione let out a small laugh, shaking her head softly.

"Hey look. Mum's sent me something... Mum's sent me a dress." Ron said, lifting a lace-trimmed gown from the box.

"Does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?" Harry asked.

"Nose out, Harry. Hey, Ginny. This must be for you." Ron said.

"I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly." Ginny said.

Hermione, back of her hand to her mouth, suppresses a laugh.

"What're you on about?" Ron asked.

"They're not for Ginny. They're for you. Dress robes." Hermione said.

"Dress robes? For what?" Ron questioned.

"The Yule Ball. Which, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak to you about, Potter." Professor McGonagall said, suddenly appearing.

"I have a spare dress robes if you won't wear that." Harper said after Harry disappear. "I already gave Harry one, now it's just your choice."

"Why do you have a spare dress robes?" Ron asked, placing down the dress robes his Mum got for him.

Harper waves his fingers. "I decide to make extra." He said, smiling when Ron's eyes widened slightly. "I made Hermione because she asked me to, I made Harry because I know his family won't buy him anything, and I made yours because I thought your Mum will let you wear a spare..."

"What about yours?" Ron asked.

"I already have mine, I just explain the one I had to make extra." Harper said, looking at the Ron. "Now, what are you gonna wear to the Yule Ball. Mine or your Mum's?"

"He did so good with your dress robes Ron." Hermione praised, gaining a blush from Harper. "I've seen Harry and it fits him perfectly."

"What does it look like?" Ron asked.

"Well, I was going for a prince type of style." Harper said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll take it then... Better than this." Ron said, pointing to the dress robes on the table.

Harper turned his attention to the beetle. "Now, what to do with you." He said, an evil smile appearing on his face.

"Harper." Hermione said, chortling out a laugh. "Stop that. We should give her to Mr. Crouch or Professor Dumbledore."

Harper pout, playing with his jar. "Alright." He said, taking the jar in his hands and shakes it. "Let's bring you to Professor Dumbledore, Skeeter."

"Harper!" Hermione exclaimed, laughing fully now as Ron snorts.

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The entire rank and file of Godric Gryffindor's current roster-- girls on one side, boys in the other-- stand before a fierce Professor McGonagall.

"You have got to get a grip! Your behavior barely rises to the level of the common toadstool! I will not have it!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

The students exchange nervous glances.

"Now. To dance is to let the body..." Professor McGonagall said, taking a breath. "... breathe. Inside every girl a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst free and take flight. Inside each boy a lordly lion, prepared to prance."

"Something may be about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan." Ron said, holding onto the back of his head when it was smacked by Harper, turning to Harper who leaned towards him, making his breath hitch.

"That's my girlfriend you're talking about, Ron." Harper said, looking at Ron who froze.

"What?" Ron mutters.

"Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall called out.

"Yes!" Ron yells out, jumping.

"Would you join me, please." Professor McGonagall said.

Ron glances about in a panic, then slumps forward like a man heading to the gallows.

"Now then, if you will, put your left hand on my waist..." Professor McGonagall said.

"Where?" Ron asked, horrified.

"My waist." Professor McGonagall said.

Grudgingly, Ron obeys. As Fred and George whistle, Ron raises his right hand in a rude rejoinder when Professor McGonagall closes her hand over his just in the nick of time.

"That's right, extend your arm... and, Mr. Filch, if you would..." Professor McGonagall said.

Mr. Filch drops the needle onto an old record player and a musty waltz fills the courtyard. Instantly, Neville and Harper shares a smile, bobbing their head, as if transported by the music.

"And one and two..." Professor McGonagall said.

"Never going to let him forget this, are you?" Harry said, looking up at the Weasley's twins.

"Never." Fred and George said, grinning.

"Everyone. Come together..." Professor McGonagall said.

Harper stood up and walks towards Eloise, holding out his hand to her who took it and join everyone in the middle. He placed one of his hands on Eloise's waist while the other is holding her hand, Eloise's hand is on his shoulder while the other is in his hand, and started dancing with each other.