Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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"For weeks you carry around this book, practically sleep with it... and you have no desire to find out who The Half-Blood Prince is?" Hermione asked, trudging through the snow in Hogsmeade.

"I didn't say I wasn't curious. And, by the way, I don't sleep with it." Harry said.

Ron lets out a sarcastic chortle. "Yeah. Right." He let out, as Harry glares at him. "Well, it's true. I like a nice chat with you before I go to bed. Now you're always reading that bloody book."

"You have me to talk with?" Harper questioned, turning his head to look at Ron. "We sleep in the same bed?"

"We talk so much that we have nothing else to talk about, Harper." Ron said, smiling softly at the brunette.

"I always have something to talk about?" Harper questioned, pouting at the ground.

Ron's heart almost exploded out of his chest from how cute Harper looked, he wanted to kiss those pout off of Harper's lips so much.

"Well, I was curious. So I went to--" Hermione started to say but was cut off by Harry and Ron, who finished her sentence.

"The Library."

"And?" Harry questioned.

"And... nothing. There's no reference to the Half-Blood Prince anywhere." Hermione said.

"Good. That settles it then." Harry said.

"This is starting to give me Deja Vu." Harper muttered.

"Hey, you four!" They heard Hagrid's voice from the trees.

Hagrid emerges out of the trees, beard crusted in white, looking like a crazed Father Christmas. Behind him, deep in the woods, dark silhouette-- Aurors-- can be seen.

Hermione eyes them briefly, then nods to the pulsating burlap bag Hagrid clutched in his fist. "What've you got there, Hagrid?"

Hagrid tips open the bag, and the quartet grimace, making him chuckle. "Stinksap. Burn the whiskers right off yet chin. Trees 'ere are drippin' with it."

"Stinksap? You're not sick, are you?" Harper asked, looking up at Hagrid with concern.

"It's not fer me. It's fer Aragog. Yeh remember Aragog, don' yeh?" Hagrid asked.

"Spider? About six feet tall? Ten feet wide?" Ron answered.

"Tha's the one. He's taken ill. I'm hopin' ter nurse 'im back. Keep yer fingers crossed." Hagrid said, crossing his fingers.

Ron forces a grin, doing the same, then shakes his head as Hagrid disappears back into the trees. "Barking. Does he not remember that raving arachnid tried to eat us?" He asked, turning to look at Hermione and sees her staring at the Aurors again. "What's wrong?"

"The Aurors. I know they're here to protect us, but... somehow I don't feel any safer." Hermione said, turning to look at Harper who is staring up ahead where Harry is staring at Professor Slughorn.

"Who's up for a Butterbeer?" Harry asked the three.

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As the quartet enters the Three Broomsticks, Harry glances round and locates Professor Slughorn at the bar, planted plumply on a stool.

"No. Over there." Harry said.

Hermione, Harper and Ron, in the midst of seating themselves at a perfectly acceptable-- and clean-- table, see Harry seat himself at one strewn with the detritus of a previous customer. They exchange a glance, shrug, and join Harry.