No strings attached. A Ron Weasley love story.

Quidditch was all I wanted.

Bean's POV.

"Bean! Bean!" I heard some one say, shaking me.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw Hermione was standing over me, her bushy brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. I sat up and looked at my muggle watch. "Holy smokes, Hermione! It's five am!" I exclaimed, getting back under the covers. Hermione yanked the sheets back again, reaveling my freckled legs and 'Holyhead harpies" t-shirt.

"We have to get ready to go to the cup!" She said, annoyed.

"Alright, already." I muttered, getting off the bed.

"And hurry, would you? Mrs. Weasley isn't fun when she's mad." Hermione warned, and left our room. I looked over to the left, and saw Ginny's bed was empty. I yawned as I swung my long legs over the edge of my bed, stood up, and stretched. I dragged my feet to the bureau, where I got out jeans and a green t-shirt with white stripes. Not for Slytherin, but Ireland, who we're rooting for. I brushed my red hair and braided it into a plait, barely awake. I then pulled on my sneakers and headed downstairs.

Ron's POV.

We all sat down to breakfast. Toast, eggs, and milk littered the table, along with reaching arms and lots of spills. Bean was a machine. She ate, like, half the table contents.

"Alright. I'm taking Ron, Hermione, Bean, Harry, Fred, George, Percy, and Ginny now to meet Amos." Dad said, standing up.

"I still don't see why Bill and Charlie can't come now." I muttered.

"Yeah. THEY are still sleeping like babies." George complained.

"They can apparate. YOU can not. No hurry along." Mum ordered. We all stood up,and trudged out the door.

Half hour later.

"Here we are!" Dad exclaimed proudly. We looked around.

"Uh, dad?" Ginny asked.

"Where's the Quidditch field?" I finished.

"It's invisible. We don't want to be seen by muggles. So,we're using a port-key."

Dad explained.

"But you said it was invisible!" Fred pointed out.

"It is." Dad replied simply.

George opened his mouth in protest when we noticed a tall man with a round belly and an even taller boy come up over a hill.

"Amos!" Dad called, waving.

"Arthur!" Mr. Diggory called back, coming nearer. When they reached us, Mr. Diggory and Dad shook hands.

"Good to see you, Arthur." Said Mr. Diggory, beaming.

"You too, Amos." Said dad.

"Are all these yours?" Mr. Diggory asked.

"Not quite. This is Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, my children. And Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Belania Snape." Dad said, counting us out.

"Ah, Harry! It is an honour to meet you at last." Amos said.

Harry looked suprised. "Uh, you too, Sir." He said akwardly.

"And this is my son, Cedric." Amos added proudly. "Pleased to meet you." Cedric said polietly to dad, and then started staring at...Bean? Bean noticed him then.

"Uh, hi! I'm Bean." She said.

"Pleasure." Cedric said, his brown eyes glinting in the light. I hate this Cedric guy already. He seems to perfect.