No strings attached. A Ron Weasley love story.

Quidditch and Weasleys

Bean's POV.

Three years had past since I had started my education at Hogwarts. I helped Ron,Harry,and Hermione save the philospher's stone, rescue Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of secrets, and save Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. Now, I was starting my fourth year.

My eyes flew open when I heard something hit my bedroom window.

"What the hell?" I muttered, kicking the covers back. A brown owl was smacking itself at the window repeatedly, a letter clamped between his beak. I quickly got up, rubbing my head, annoyed.

"Alright already. Don't kill yourself." I said dryly, taking a note from the owl's beak. I opened it, and, in terrifying penminship, was a letter from my good friend Ron Weasley. "DEER BEAN,

DAD WANTED ME TO ASK YOU IF YOU WANTED TO COME TO THE QUIDITCH WORLD CUP WITH US TOMOROW. PLEESE ANSWR WHEN YOU GET THIS. LOVE, RON."

It read, in all capitals. All over the paper were various inkblots, crossed out words and multiple spellings of the same word. I rolled my eyes, and tucked the the letter in the pocket of my nightshirt. After deciding there really was no point in attempting to go back to sleep, I ran downstairs to ask dad if I could go. I love quidditch, and I had never been to the world cup before. Tickets were terribly expensive.

When I entered to sitting room, I saw my father in his arm chair, a cigarette stuck between his lips, reading The Daily Prophet.

"Hey, dad? I recived a letter from Ron Weasley this morning, and wanted my to ask if I could go to the Quidditch world cup tomorow with his family. May I?" I asked, showing him the letter.

Swiping the piece of parchment from me, he gave me a flat out answer.

"No."

"Why not?" I asked, trying not to sound whiney.

"Because I don't want my daugther to get hurt or killed." He said sharply.

"Killed? Oh come on, Dad. It's just Quidditch." I begged.

"You are my only daughter. I can't let you get injured." He said, voice rising dangerously. "What if I promise I won't go exploring on my own? What if-" I pleaded, but he cut me off.

"No! You will not be attending such an event, especially along with those blood-traitors! I will not answer again!" He shouted, the cigarette between his fingers.

"Mum would've let me go! You said she loved quidditch. She would want me to go watch the cup, and you know it." I hissed, stomping into the kitchen. The house was silent for a moment.

"Fine. You may go. Just keep your eyes open, and stay safe. Never, ever leave the camp." I heard him say, his tone of voice lower.

"Thank you, dad."

I walked upstairs to my bedroom and took some parchment out of my desk to write a reply to Ron.

' Ron,

My dad said I am allowed to go. Feel free to pick me up at anytime. Just please, don't use the Floo network. See you soon!

Lots of love, Bean.'

I scrawled in my best calligraphy. I took my owl out of his cage and tied the letter to his leg.

"To the Burrow." I told him, opening my window.

He blinked at me, turned, and flew away. I shut the window, opened my closet door, and dragged my school trunk out and started packing my things. The first day of Hogwarts was right after the Quidditch world cup, and I wasn't even packed yet. I ran around my room, collecting robes, muggle attire, wand, books, parchment, quills, and my broom. A Nimbus 2000, and it is my pride and joy. I am a beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and I am very talented, I do say so myself. When I had made sure every last thing had been packed, I dragged it down the stairs and thumped it by the front door. I took a seat on it's top and I sat there. And sat there. And sat there. After about two hours, I decided they would not be arriving.

"Well, I guess if-" I started, when cut off by a huge crash.

"What the hell?" My father cried, jumping out of his seat, wand clenched in his hand. The noise was coming from the fire place, and I shook my head in exasperation.

"I told them not to use the Floo network!" I cried, when a huge cloud of smoke exploded, and a tall man with a round face and red hair stood, covered in soot, along with three red-heads, who turned out to be Ron, Fred, and George Weasley. My father, though not as tense, was still very rigid.

"What are you doing here." He said coldly.

"Uh, hello, Severus. We were just, um-" Mr. Weasley started nervously, but was cut off.

"My daughter specificly said not to use the Floo network!" Dad bellowed.

"I'm sorry, professer Snape." Said Ron timidly.

Dad looked down at Ron, and frowned.

"And as for you, Mr. Weasley, ten points will be taken from Gryffindor at the start of term." He said cooly, lip curling.

"But dad, that's not fair!" I cried.

"Don't tell me what I can and can not do, Belania." He shouted. I backed down, annoyed. "Uh, we'll just leave now. Come along Bean, er, Belania." Said Mr. Weasley, pushing his boys towards the fire place. I grabbed my trunk's handle, and hoisted it over by George. "One at a time, now. Yes, that's it." Said Mr. Weasley, who I noticed wanted to get out of my house as quickly as possible. First Fred, then George, and then Ron. I stepped into the fireplace, grasping the trunk handle.

"The Burrow." I announced, and large amount of green flames arose around my feet, and the last thing I saw was dad's pale face and black eyes.

Snape's POV.

I was irritated. Obviously. Arthur had no buisness destroying half my sitting room and ignoring my daughter's letter. Then I sighed. Who am I kidding? She isn't my daughter. I mean, for all I know, she might have had a different name. Like Rose, Sarah, or Lily. I reached into my breast pocket and pulled out two photos. A photo of Belania, and a photo of Lily Potter. They looked almost exactly alike. Belania had no need to call me her father. I wasn't her father. I would never be. Her father was James Potter.

Ron's POV.

Gosh, I never want to go to that house ever again. How does Bean stand him the git? He's more then creepy, that's for sure.

Bean then appered out of the fireplace, her nose and freckley face covered in soot, her hand grasping the trunk's handle. An owl flew across the room, and a grin spread across her face.

"Sprout!" She exclaimed. The owl hooted, very pleased.

"Hi, Ron." She said, giving me a hug.

"Hi, Beanie." I said, grinning. She laughed.

"And you know it." Said Fred from behind me.

"Hello, Fred. Hi, George." She said, her green eyes sparkling.

Mum the bustled into the living room, a spoon in her hand.

"Why, hello Bean! I'm so glad you could come!" She exclaimed, giving Bean a hug. "Hello, Mrs. Weasley." Bean said, smiling. Bean and mum are as close as mum and daughter, and I don't mind. Bean deserves a mother. I then heard thumping feet come racing down the stairs. Ginny, Harry, and Hermione.

"Hi, guys!" Bean squealed, very excited. Hugs and high-fives were exchanging,and there was so much talking I couldn't hear my own voice.

"Why don't you girls show Bean where she will be staying?" Mum asked the girls. "Of course." Ginny said.

"Come on, Bean." Said Hermione, and all three of them went upstairs.