Christmas is always an exciting time around the Weasley household. Not just because there's a whole load of us to liven things up, even if that well may be half of it, but it's an easy season to get into and enjoy properly. There were years I spent back at Hogwarts with Harry and some we were all able to spend together. Charlie and Bill always make their presences known at some point. Mum makes the best lot of food I've ever laid eyes on and I, myself don't mind celebrating Christmas dinner three meals on Christmas day. There are just always a few bits here and there that us Weasleys always can count on during Christmas.

Another? Mum's sweaters. I used to let out a nasty groan each time I opened up the box and saw the 'R' stitched into each of the chests of those thick, wooly things. Not just us Weasleys kids either, mind you. No, my mum set out to clothe more than just her own children but her adoptive ones as well. Now, though, I kind of think I'd be disappointed in not getting one of those things. Even if I still make a face every time I open on on Christmas morning.

Pretty hard topic actually considering who's answering. What's the most embarrassing thing I've done? How long do you have? I could probably go on and on about different things, or Harry or Hermione could go on even longer.... in fact, George and Fred probably could longer than that. But I'll save you the worry and just get to the bottom of it.

Most embarrassing moments I've ever had have happened while I'm sober. Actually, drunk embarrassments are on the small list and could probably count them on one hand. The most embarrassing wasn't something I did but something that happened to me, but I'm not going into that and rightly so because Harry might bloody well jinx me into next year. It involved dark magic and a dress and drinks and Oliver wood and... girly bits. See, not going on.

Harry mentioned our run-in with the Whomping Willow. Yes, that was probably a bit embarrassing, but hardly the most. McGonagall had a habit of putting me in my place every other class as well.

Maybe it's not the most embarrassing (I'd probably have to sit and think long and hard about that one and come up with some kind of list, but I'm not that motivated to relive my past mishaps) but it definitely was for the year. Fourth year. The ball. My dress robes.

If you don't know or don't have the visual, I'm not giving you anymore than that.

Which adventure? No, really. Name a year at Hogwarts and I can give you a handful of times two or three of us got into some trouble. Or loads. Loads of trouble is likely the better answer. I'm surprised McGonagall didn't lose all of her hair or have a stroke during those seven years we were in Gryffindor. I bloody sure won't take credit for putting more grease into Snape's hair, though we were probably the cause of that one as well, you know.

If you're looking for a single adventure, I can narrow it down to a couple I suppose. Saving Harry from his Aunt and Uncle's before second year and then getting blocked by Dobby at the station to platform nine and three-quarters. The best was driving Dad's car to the school.. except for when Harry nearly fell out of the side and we nearly got run over by the train.

Okay, maybe this was a bad example.

I'll still never quite fully understand third year when we all help to save Sirius and Buckbeak. Harry and Hermione were never clear on that bit and they still look at each other if it's ever brought up. Trying to blame it on my injury (though that did rightly hurt something terrible) and not knowing exactly what was going on from the pain I was in at the time.

But if I'm to name an absolute favorite adventure in our years at Hogwarts it will always be first year. Dumbledore did say it was the best game played in the history of Wizard's Chest, after all.

I do hope to top that one day though, you know. If anyone can do it, it's Harry. Trouble magnet, that one is.

Happy Birthday, Hermione. We can go out to one of your favorite Muggle resturants, if you'd like sometime. Because I don't think you'd want for me to burn the flat down by baking you a cake myself. The two of us or I'm sure Harry and Ginny could tag along if they wanted, too.

-Ron

Ron Weasley isn't a stranger to having to clean up his own messes. Most of the time he's, at the very least, part of the cause. Of course, he's not always the one who cleans it up either, but he'd like to say he does have a hand in it, too. He causes his own share of messes.

Seventh year while he, Harry, and Hermione were out searching for the Horcruxes, Ron left. He'd had enough of the traveling and dragging a piece of You-Know-Who's soul around his own neck. It wasn't easy on any of them, but Ron was done with it all.

For about five seconds until he realized he made one of the biggest mistakes of his blasted life.

After apparating, he did try to get back but with no luck. He was ambushed and didn't have the chance no matter how hard he wanted to get back to both Hermione and Harry. When he did finally get back, Hermione would barely look at him much less speak to him. Apologizing wasn't quite going to do the trick that time.

But when he mentioned something about helping house-elves and what might have happen to them because of the Death Eaters and then had his arms full of Hermione Granger, he was mostly certain he had successfully cleaned up that mess.

Okay here is the deal. I appreciate the thought and sentiment behind the love meme. I think it's awesome, but I don't feel comfortable doing it the way it's being done because I interact with a lot of people and I'd end up leaving someone out. So, if you want to know what I love about your muse and/or you as a writer comment here and I will let you know.

Hi, I'm Ron Weasley. Yes, another one of those Weasleys and the youngest son to be exact. I've completed all seven years at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearly a year ago and have been in training as an auror with my best mate Harry Potter. Yes, you've probably already heard of him even if you've never seen him before in your life. I'm nineteen years of age and am living in London. Before that I lived at the Burrow with my parents and worked some with at my brothers' joke shop. It wasn't so bad really. Except when George insisted on testing out new products on his baby brother.

My girlfriend is Hermione Granger and I'm a lucky bloke so that she puts up with me. Even if it's obvious she can't get enough of me.

Anyway, there's not much else about me that you'd probably want to know. Want to find out more, I'm sue you're more than capable of asking.

Growing up, I never actually watched any of the Olympics. Nothing to watch them on, but that didn't keep Dad from talking about them all the bloody time. Every two years or so he'd start up again about this event or that one. Just somethng else that Muggles do that fascinate him. It's nothing like quidditch. That's a sport I can get behind no matter what. World Cup is better than all those Olympics combined. I know I'm not near good enough to ever compete on any level other than the Gryffindor House team, but that was enough for me. Merlin knows nobody thought I was up to even that.

Dad has brought home several Muggle papers with the results of the Olympics. It's hard to tell what all of the events are like, but some of them don't look so bad. I don't really think I'd be good at many or any of them, but some look wicked. Never in a million years will you see me dressed in those get-ups that the gymnsts wear all tight and... tight. I'm an alright swimmer, but it doesn't do anything for me.

I think I'd like the trampoline or table tennis. Or fencing if I wasn't likely to get stabbed after the first ten seconds.

I think it's become a part of who we are to be in the middle of "hairy" situations. First year at Hogwarts we started off with a bang and it didn't stop after that. Not just the big things either. Those were much different. Hairy, yes, but different.

Most of them? Usually involved myself and Harry getting into some sort of trouble in that Professor Snape would have a bit of fun coming up with a proper punishment. Or at least a punishment that the school would actually allow him to give to us. Hanging students up by their toes in a basement isn't a proper punishment. Sometimes Hermione was involved, but she was probably usually too smart to get caught. In the beginning anyway. I think we were becoming a bad influence on her after a few years to bend the rules here and there.

There was the time I drove Dad's car into the Womping Willow. Getting pulled down into the Shrieking Shack.. was a little different also but still... hairy. Fighting the troll in the girl's bathroom when it went after Hermione. Pick a year and any of us can give you an example.

What? There's nothing wrong with getting into a bit of trouble here and there. Especially if it's all for a good cause. We are Gryffindors, after all.

I live with Hermione and it was hers before I ever moved in so.. it looks like a girl her more than me. Not that I'm complaining. The place isn't so bad at all. Just takes a bit getting used to as I have never lived anywhere but the Burrow. And the Burrow? Is loads different than living in a flat in the middle of London. There's been more than once where Hermione has had to tell me exactly how to use the phone or the oven. Magic can be dangerous with a gas stove if you really would like to know.

The flat isn't too big, but it's big enough. We share the one room while Crooks has the other all to himself Hermione keeps most of her books stored in the other. It works well for the both of us. The floo network is set up so Hermione is able to go to and from work at the Ministry easily and I am able to visit George and Fred's shop. I never thought I'd get the hang of living partly as a Muggle but I suppose things do happen that you don't expect.

( home sweet home )

Sure, there is. I probably use the excuse more than I should, or so Hermione tells me when I'm being a git, but there's always a place for being unkind. Wars aren't based on being kind. If everyone was concerned about always being kind to everyone around them, they would get run over time and time again and would lose every single time. Well, maybe not every time but the opposite side doesn't always stop in their tracks because you've decided you want to be the nice one.

Still, there is a difference. A difference between doing something unkind versus doing something cruel. The line may be hard to see at times, but it's there if you look hard enough. I don't mean to say that it's okay to be unkind in every situation where someone comes up against you. Of course not.

I like to stay away from confrontation (you know, unless there's a right possiblity that I get to come out on top, obviously) myself, but I don't always think before I speak. Er. I've gotten better, I think. At least I don't have Hermione sending birds at me anymore? That has to mean I've at least improved a small bit. Hopfeully.

1. Ask me three questions you want to know the truth to.
2. I will pick two of them to answer
3. One I will tell the truth about
4. One I will lie about (the last you will have to try and answer for me)
5. Post this in your journal so others can ask you.

It's 3am and Ron is lying flat on his back in the bed he and Hermione share and is not the slightest bit sleepy. Yes, don't anyone die from shock. It's the bed he and Hermione share. Ron might have started out in the spare bedroom, but after a few nightly visits from Crookshanks, he soon took 'Mione up on her offer to stay with her in her room. Of course that wasn't his only reason for wanting to stay in her room. The bed was quite more comfortable, actually.

Still, it's three o'clock in the morning and Ron needs to get to sleep. He still has to get up to get ready in just a few hours. Auror training is more intense than he had imagined it would be and so one in the program needs as much sleep as he can possibly get at night. Glancing over to Hermione in the bed next to him, Ron sees that she's fast asleep. She's a peaceful sleeper and in some ways it surprised him. One might think she would have been reciting the dictionary in her sleep, but apparently not. But as for Ron's problem.

He is starving.

Quietly, Ron slips out of bed and opens to the door to sneak into the kitchen. It's times like this that Ron wonders what Mum cooked the night before for supper. She wasn't always used to cooking for just the few of them living in the Burrow so more often than not, there would be a full plate of leftovers that Ron might have occasionally snacked on during the night when he'd wake up hungry.

In his and Hermione's flat? That definitely is not the case.

He searches through several of the cabinets and in the Muggle freezer they have. What he finally settles on is a box of crackers. It's not much, but hopefully will tide him over for a couple hours so he can get to sleep and then he and Hermione can cook a nice, possibly big breakfast. Oh, his stomach is starting to growl again just at the thought of it all. Oh right. The crackers.

After eating about half of the crackers in one of the packages, Ron sighs and puts the rest up back in the cabinet. He hopes Hermione won't suspect, but oh Ronald, Hermione is much more clever than you are. She's known for weeks.

He walks back into the bedroom and climbs back into the bed as quietly as possible. There's a hand-made throw on the bed made by Molly Weasley herself with both of their initials stitched on it. You see, Hermione had been right about that. Mum was beside herself at the news of Ron moving in with Hermione. Sighing lightly and after pulling up the blanket, Ron closes his eyes and smiles to himself when he doesn't feel or hear his stomach growling at him anymore. He'll go right to sleep and have dreams of a healthy breakfast in the morning.


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1. Three names you go by:
a. Ron
b. Ronald (but if you're anyone besides Mum or Hermione, you might get hexed)
c. Mr. Weasley by some professors

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What Would You Do if...
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» I stole something:
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» I got into a fight and you weren't there:


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:
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Not all would agree with him because Merlin knows everyone is different and circumstances are all different as well. Ron has always grown up with family all around him. As the sixth son of the seven Weasley children, not having a family - a right good family at that - surrounding him was simply not the case. Arthur and Molly Weasley were the kind of parents every boy wishes he could have at one point or another. Of course, Ron wouldn't always admit this out loud. Especially when his mum tended to get angry about his "accidents" or there were those bloody sweaters every Weasley child (and then some) got for Christmas. That didn't keep him from wearing it, of course.

Having so many brothers and sisters could be a right pain sometimes, but Ron wouldn't ever change how he grew up in a million years. Small things, sure. Like wishing he could hex his brothers as a baby for trying to sell him, for example.

For Ron, blood is thicker than water and no one would be able to tell him differently. They are the ones who are always there and will do anything possible to protect one another. Even if the cost is their life.

Then there's the other bit because, for Ron, it doesn't go simply one way. When it comes to family and friends, Ron's family includes his friends. It's not a question of whether or not you're related by blood to him. (After all, Percy is one of his blood relatives so what can you do?) The moment Ron became friends with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, they all became like family. Not just like family, but family in the real sense of the word. Later, that family expanded to others around Hogwarts. Neville, Luna, and others. Plus, loads more. Tonks, Remus, Sirius had been the same way. Fighting a war probably would have something to do with the relationships between them all, but that does not and never will lessen it in any way.

Blood might be thicker than water, but friends will always be family in Ron's eyes. If he's asked, he'll tell you that he's right bloody lucky. He has both.

It's no secret that it doesn't take much at all to get Ron at least a bit angry. Whether it's jealousy kicking in or some other insecurity playing tricks on his mind, the fact is that if you want to make the effort to see him get angry, mad, or upset? Chances are you'll get your wish if you put a little effort into it. There are loads of silly things that Ron tends to get upset about just as easily, if not easier, than the larger bits. Taking something the wrong way, jokes from Fred or George, stepping foot in one of Snape's classes..., or perhaps it all happens when he doesn't have a full stomach. Merlin knows that all sorts of the most even-tempered people get a bit more cranky when they're hungry, right? Of course they do.

Though, if there's one thing that is guaranteed to cause Ron to go from content to mad, it's dealing with the opposite sex. He's not entirely brilliant at communicating with them, you see.

During their fourth and six years, poor Harry had to play referee between him and Hermione at times. Whether it be the prat (and no-good quidditch player who used his fame for his own gain) Krum or Lavender Brown declaring her love for "Won-Won" every other sentence, the two had their spats. Of course, they both had their spats on a daily basis, but that was nothing new. The ones that involved a third party, though, those were the normally the worst of them.

Then again, if Ron had any sense he'd realize that Hermione was likely to be more frustrated with Ron than Ron was with Hermione. Not that he'd ever admit that though. Course not.