Harry Potter Oneshots

Pieces of the Game (Ron Weasley)

The idea that the Gryffindor common room was a space meant for everybody to be able to utilize equally was a complete and utter lie. First of all, every year had their own sections, other than the first and second years who were rather shafted in the divisions. Second of all, it was always so noisy, there was no way anyone trying to study would be able to focus. Third of all, every time Potter walked in, and I mean every time, a hush falls over the common room.

This is exactly what had just happened when Potter and his friends enter the common room. They make their way over to where the twins are playing a game of chess, with a twist I only know about because I can hear their friends jeering at them from across the common room.

"Boys," Lavender rolls her eyes. Parvati hums in agreement as the three of us look over to them. One of the twins had just defeated the other one and it seemed that they were starting another round, this time Ron Weasley settling into the recently vacated seat. I look away quickly before he has a chance to notice me watching.

"You should ask him to the Yule Ball," a voice says. I look up to see Hermione standing there, a small awkward smile on her face. She never quite clicked with any of the girls in the dorm, other than me, so I'm sure she felt out of place among the three of us. I smile at her and remove my robe from next to me so she can sit down which she does with a grateful smile.

"Does he like her back?" Parvati asks eagerly. I don't even bother denying it; to the girls in my dorm, it was incredibly obvious and they'd called me out a mere week after my feelings had started developing for the younger Weasley two years ago.

Lavender follows Parvati's gaze and the two of them are staring at my friend earnestly as she squirms under their attention.

"Er, I don't know," she says honestly. She looks over at me and smiles softly. "I know you're great, and Ron couldn't do better. Trust me."

I chuckle and fiddle with a strand of hair. "Sure," I say quietly. "I'm not quite that brave."

"We're bloody Gryffindors," Lavender grumbles. "If we're not brave then who is?"

"You're a catch, Knowles," Parvati urges. "But you can't ask him out; that's practically asking to be made a pariah. Is there any way you could get him to ask her?" She directs her question to the girl next to me.

"That's so manipulative, Par," I chide. "You don't have to do that, 'Mione."

Hermione shrugs. "Ron doesn't have the guts to ask anyone, honestly. I think Harry was hoping he could get you and Padma to go with them."

Parvati blushes and Lavender begins to tease her. As they bicker, I speak lowly so only Hermione can hear. "Have you told anyone about Krum?"

Her cheeks flush as she shakes her head. "Of course not. Harry and Ron would have some sort of aneurysm about 'consorting with the enemy' and all that nonsense."

I snort. "That they would. I'm sure any other Gryffindor boy would feel the same way. A lot of testosterone behind the champions, there is."

"It's not only about the other schools; I heard them insisting that none of the Gryffindors go to the ball with a Hufflepuff for the same reasons. I suppose it's more about Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff than anything for most of them," Hermione ponders thoughtfully. "Although I meant what I said. You and Ron should go together; Merlin knows you've been making eyes at him since second year potions."

I sigh. "Sometimes I really regret telling you things, Granger."

"Knowledge is power," she grins and taps her lips. I open my mouth to retort but we're cut off by a shout of my name.