No strings attached. A Ron Weasley love story.

Tears and fears. And Dursleys.

Ron's POV.

The entire school had crowded into the Great Hall. Bean,Harry,Hermione,and I sat down at the Gryffindor table with our mates. Dumbledore wanted to talk to the entire school before we left,but we were leaving for home in three hours,and I haven't even packed my bloody stuff yet. Poor Bean had been a complete mess. She cried,fought,and would sit on her bed doing nothing for hours. She sat next to Harry,and he had his arm around her shoulders. She leaned against his shoulder,and her hair fell in front of her face. I had to admit,I would've given anything to be Harry then. Dumbledore then walked up to his spot,and everyone settled down to listen. "You are probably wondering why I've gathered you all here on such a short notice. The reason is,I must discuss with you,the death of Cedric Diggory." He started. I noticed Bean,wiped her eyes as tears started to fall. "Cedric was a wonderful Hufflepuff. Strong,loyal,brave. He was kind and good to his fellow students. We shall all miss him very much." Dumbledore continued. I saw that the Hufflepuffs looked so depressed. All pale faced,frowning. Some quietly crying. Bean didn't neccesarily fit into the

'quietly crying' category. She was just sobbing into Harry's shoulder and didn't care if anyone noticed her. "Most of your parents would not want me to tell you this,but if I refrain from doing so,it would be an insult to his memory." Dumbledore took a deep breath before he continued. "Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort." That shook everyone up. Gasps,whispers,and other various noises bounced off the stone walls. Dumbledore finally had to tell everyone to be quiet before he continued. "We shall never forget him. Please,a toast,for Cedric Diggory." Everyone raised their glasses of pumpkin juice or what not and muttered Cedric's name. Even the Slytherins did it,though they didn't look to effected by anything. No suprise there. "Before we leave,there is one more student I would like to mention. Mr. Harry Potter." Said Dumbledore. Everyone immediatly looked at our table,trying to find Harry among all of us. More whispers were being whispered,and Dumbledore had to make everyone shut up again. I noticed Harry's cheeks had turned bright red,and he looked very embaressed. For one thing,everyone was staring at him,and

two,a ridicolously gorgeous girl was crying her eyes out on his shoulder. Embaressing stuff.

"Harry fought Lord Voldemort,witnessed Cedric's death,and was amazingly brave. Almost no one could've been that courageous in such a horrible place alone. For that I honor him,as I know many of you do,as well. Dark times are coming,my children. But we must be brave. Remember that. Remember Cedric Diggory." And Dumbledore finished.

I was packing like crazy! We left in half an hour and all my stuff was scattered everywhere. "Ron! Are you done yet?!" Hermione shouted from downstairs. "Almost!" "Well,hurry up! I can't wait all day!" I swore under my breath. Hermione was already packed. For all I knew,she had probably been packed for weeks,Hermione being Hermione. When I was

finally done,I ran downstairs with my suitcase to a very angry Hermione. "Well,it's about time!" She said,annoyed. "Well,sorry. Where are the other two?" I asked,equally annoyed. Hermione sighed. "Bean said they would meet us on the train. Dumbledore needed to talk to them." She explained,pushing the Fat Lady's portrait open,and we stepped outside. "Of course they need to talk to Dumbledore. They're always talking to Dumbledore! I think something is going on. Come on,hurry up,Hermione. Let's get going." I said crankily.

Bean's POV.

I didn't want to go home with Snape. And Dumbledore knew that. It would be akward and weird. Thankfully,Dumbledore had another option. A bad option. And that option wasn't even an option. My relatives who I had never met. The Dursleys.

The train ride home was bad enough. With Cedric's death,the return of Voldemort,and Ron and Hermione arguing AGAIN,you would think there was already enough on my plate. But no. I gotta go to the stupid Dursley's house. Harry said our cousin,Dudley,needed his arse pounded with a spatula,but our aunt and uncle are to soft to do it. "Remember,don't even hint about school or you'll be locked in a closet." Harry had told me. This was going to be just dandy.

We got off the train,and said our farewells tearfully. I hugged Hermione and shook hands with Ron. "See you next year!" "Owl me!" "Goodbye!" And other various things could be heard all over the platform. Harry and I made our final goodbyes to our friends,and ran through the platform. On the other side,the muggle side,I saw three very ugly people. One enourmously fat man with a mustache and a pink face,a stick thin woman with blonde hair and a expression that looked like she had smelled the Potions classroom,and a huge,round,blond boy with a very ugly expression. I then realised these people were my family members. "You survived the whole year,did you,eh? Well,hurry up." Said the man,who Harry had said was Uncle Vernon. "And who's this? One of your freaky little friends?" Uncle Vernon snorted,pointing at me. I scowled. Harry cleared his throat. "Actually,sir,this is my sister."