No strings attached. A Ron Weasley love story.

My new home

Bean's POV.

Before I knew it,I was crammed in the back of the Dursley's car between my brother and my cousin,Dudley. Dudley was a blonde,massive fifteen year old boy. He smelled like a cow,and was 'sobbing' about me sitting next to him. "I don't wanna 'nother one,mum!" He begged,his fat pink face scrunched up like a pig's rear end. I sighed,and scooted closer to Harry. I already knew I had gotten myself into trouble. "I'm sorry,Dudykins!" Aunt Petunia crooned,patting her son's knee apologeticly from the front seat. I think I broke a rib trying not to burst out laughing. "Dudykins? Dudykins?" I whispered into Harry's ear. He shushed me. "Be quiet. You're going to get us into trouble." He muttered under his breath. "So,why are we taking in another one?" Uncle Vernon asked his wife crankily,taking a sharp turn with the car,which resulted into me sliding into the pig boy. Aunt Petunia took a breath,and lowered her voice. "We have to,Vernon. We don't want her kind coming around and threatning us for leaving her." She muttered,glancing at me. I wanted to do a rude gesture,but that wouldn't end well either way. I took a deep breath,and prepared for a long ride to my new place of residence.

"You,girl,will be staying here." Said Vernon grumpily,pointing to a door. Girl? GIRL?! That isn't my name!! I'm not an animal. Or a vegetable. I almost shouted at him,but I bit my toungue. If I learned anything from watching muggle television,it was don't shout at a overweight man with a moustache. I opened the door,and,before my eyes,was the tiniest room I had ever seen. I'm not even sure it was a room. More like a closet. I almost laughed,but stopped myself quickly. "You can't be serious." I said,meeting my uncle's dark eyes. His eyebrow twitched,but no other sign of movement. I dropped my trunk in the room,and felt like exploding. I knew this wasn't gonna go well,but I still expected decent living space. "Well then. I'll leave you to get unpacked. Don't destroy anything,and NEVER mention anything related to your kind." Said Vernon gruffly,and he turned to go into the kitchen. I bent over and went in,but still managed to whack my cranium on the door frame. I swore under my breath,rubbing my head. The room was dusty,smelled like my Hogwarts dormitory (which didn't smell great),and there was no bed. No bed. Could things get any worse? I sighed,and started sorting through my trunk. Not that there was any room for my things anyways. My life had been ruined by my potions professor,and now,I was stuck in a cupboard under the stairs.