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100 Drabbles of Ron Weasley by Destiny - Sa13+ http://i611.photobucket.com/albums/t.../drabbles2.jpg Thank you, Rose! ^__^ Why hello there. I'm Destiny and this is my first attempt at writing drabbles! first time at writing, like, anything actually. Anyways, hope you like my Ron Weasley drabbles! but its totally cool if you don't! Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling. My Themes 75. The Yodeling Ron Weasley Ron made his way down to the Gryffindor common room, peeking around corners to make sure he was alone. Very nice! The common room was empty, deserted. Ron made his way over to his favorite spot, right in front of the fire place. He pulled out the book he was secretly hiding under his shirt and started to read. Everyone seemed to be asleep, so Ron started, not noticing how loud he actually was. As he practiced, students started to fill the once empty common room. That was the night the whole Gryffindor house found out Ronald Weasley could yodel. |
96. Christmas Socks Christmas challenge Christmas came, and of course Ron had received something handmade from his mother. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a Molly Weasley original, and after all these years he sort of just expected it. He unwrapped his gift and he pulled out two hand knit mittens. Sliding the mittens onto his hands, Ron noticed something wrong with them. Why were the fingers missing? Perhaps his mother had made a mistake and forgot to add the fingers. Slightly confused he turned to his mother and held up his fingerless mittens, 'Mum, you forgot something.' 'Those aren't mittens, those are socks, dear.' |
21. Veela In The Crystal Ball Ron sat in front of the same crystal ball everyday, to stare at it. He wasn't staring at the ball itself, but rather the beautiful woman inside it. She always seemed to appear in it, but as soon as he would look around the room to find her, she would disappear. Harry caught wind of Ron's constant staring one day and asked him, 'What are you staring at?' Coming out of his daze and confused for a second, Ron pointed, 'It's a veela.' Harry moved in for a closer look, 'That's not a veela. That's Trelawney's reflection.' |
6. Divination Embarrassment Ron was hesitant about walking into the Divination classroom. Why had Harry made such a big deal about thinking Trelawney was a veela? Now the whole class knew, including the Professor. He decided to sit at a different table, far in the back, and away from everyone. Especially Trelawney. As she was making her rounds, checking to make sure they were all doing the right thing, the Divination Professor suddenly stopped. Slowly turning, she faced the red-headed boy and pointed a crooked finger at him 'Weasley! I see embarrassment in your future!' 'Thanks, Professor. But that happened yesterday.' |
So..I totally fail at writing about romance..but you get the point :xd: 61. Tangy Kisses Tangy Challenge. This was romantic. Ron had made it a weekly event to have a nice quiet time, just himself and Hermione. No kids, no friends, just the two of them. Tonight was a perfect night to gaze at the stars. There were no clouds in the sky and the moon was at its fullest. It couldn't get any better than this. Lying on the blanket that was neatly spread out, Hermione leaned and gave him a kiss on the lips. After breaking apart, Ron smacked his lips, 'What were you eating?' 'Why?' 'That was tangy.' End romantic night. |
41. I'm Not A Thestral He had done it again. What was his problem? Did he always have to make Hermione upset? Yes, of course he does. That's what Ron does, he upsets Hermione. All he did was tell her her hair was look less frizzy today. She should have taken that as a compliment. 'I will ignore you, Ronald, until you know how to talk to a person.' 'Hermione?' He waved a hand in front of her face. Ignore. 'Hermioneee?' She was good at this.. IGNORE! 'I'm not a Thestral! I know you can see me!' Hermione smiled. Got her. |
8. Potions Second person viewpoint challenge As you walk into your first potions lesson, you can't help yourself. You let your eyes widen and gaze at each jar and phial you can see. You spot cauldrons and ladles of every size imaginable. As you walk deeper into the classroom, you can't help but notice the smells. Smells of all sorts. Some you can recognize and some you are glad you don't recognize. Soon, your still widened eyes fall onto a greasy haired man sitting behind a desk. He could be the reason behind the unrecognizable smells. You can't help but chuckle at the thought of that. |
100. Homework Help Of all the days Hermione decided to ignore Ron, she chooses the day his Care of Magical Creatures homework was due. Couldn't she have just waited? How was he supposed to figure out differences between two creatures!? As he sat and stared at his blank parchment, he thought of the differences between himself and Hermione. Well, for one, she is a girl and he is not. She is smart and he is, well, not. By the time Hermione decided to talk to him again, Ron had a full parchment full of differences. 'Thanks for helping me with my homework.' |
37. Annoy The Animagus "Do it again!" Ron giggled to the very annoyed Professor. "Mr. Weasley, I will not have you interrupting my class again. The answer is still no." McGonagall's voice came from the front of the class. She was trying to teach, this was not a circus. "Just once more, please?" He looked up at the Transfiguration Professor with his big pleading eyes. How could she possibly tell him no? She nodded in his direction, concentration written all over her face. With the smallest 'pop', a tabby cat appeared right in front of the amused boy. Stroking McGonagall-Cat, Ron giggled again. "Animagus." |
54. Ron Weasley, I dare thee. Eating breakfast in the Great Hall was just like any other day. Ron filled his plate, and scarfed it down. Normal. Until Harry showed up, a smirk across his face. "Truth or dare?" Harry asked. Not one to tell the truth, Ron chose dare. "Go and act like Snape." Nodding at Harry, Ron made his way up to the Staff Table, all eyes on him. Parking his behind on Snape's seat, Ron looked around the Hall, with a snarl on his face. He pointed a finger at the Slytherin table. "Detention. All of you." He always wanted to do that. |
95. Snowball Making Skillz Snow at the burrow meant hard times for Ron. Being the second youngest, Ron would always get stuck partnering up with Ginny. Girls just are not good snowball making partners. Ginny's snowballs were not up to par. Ron told her this, and Ginny, being the girl that she was, ran in to tell on him. Getting fed up with Ron, Mrs. Weasley came out, wand at the ready. Conjuring up the biggest snowball the Weasley's had ever seen, Molly flicked her wrist and the snowball hurtled right towards Ron. It hit, and Ron never teased his mothers snowball making skills. |
97. Dictionary? "Hermione?" Ron pointed to the long and unpronounceable word, "What does this mean?" She leaned over, took a look at the word he was pointing at and shook her head, "Honorificabilitudinitatibus." He didn't know that word? She had known it since she was five! "It means honorableness." Ron was not surprised when Hermione had pronounced the word correctly, not that he knew if she was correct. "Why can't they just say honorableness?" he mumbled writing down the very easy definition. "What does this word mean?" Taking another glance at his parchment, Hermione rolled her eyes and handed him a dictionary. |
25. Sorting Hat Nightmare Harry awoke in the middle of the night, to once again, a screaming, flailing Ron. How many times could one dream about tap dancing spiders? Being the awesome friend he is, Harry went over to wake Ron out of his nightmare. "Ron! Wake up." No longer flailing and screaming, Ron sat upright in his bed. "Was it those spiders again?" "No. It was the sorting hat." "What is so scary about that?" "It put me in Hufflepuff!" "Sooo.." "Have you ever seen a red head look good in yellow!" Harry chuckled, "No.." "Exactly." Ron yawned and went back to sleep. |
26. Ron: Quill Boy Mrs. Weasley came running over to her son, who seemed to find a good place to put a quill. "Ronald Bilius Weasley! Get that out of your nose, now!" "No mum, I want to fly!" He told her as she tried to pry the quill out of its hiding spot. "Quills will not make you fly, now let me get it out!" Ron wiggled his way out of his mothers grasp and made a run toward the yard, quill hanging half way out of his nose. Frantically, the boy flapped his arms waiting for take off. He still couldn't fly. |
17. Cauldron Catastrophe "Muuuum!" Ron's voiced echoed. He would have covered his ears from his own voice if they weren't so..stuck. "Muuuuuuum! Help." Mrs. Weasley heard her sons echoing cries and rushed over to him, not knowing what he got himself into this time. Upon seeing her son, Molly chuckled lightly to herself. Ron wouldn't be able to hear her, not yet anyway. "Ronald, what happened to you? Who did this?" Ron heard her, but he couldn't see her. "Fred and George." he answered his mothers question. Molly shook her head, "How am I going to get this cauldron off your head?" |
44. Ford Sitting behind the steering wheel of the Ford Anglia, Ronald Weasley waited. To pass the time he started twisting and pulling on the wheel making awesome, realistic shooting noises. It was like a spaceship! The passenger door opened and a man about three times Ron's senior sat, gawking at the grown man playing around in the car. The older man gestured Ron to turn on the engine and proceed with the test. Ron started the engine and pressed his foot on the pedal hard. How was he supposed to know the wall wasn't going to move out of his way? |
73. I Warned You "Ronald, you better not be pulling that puppies tail again," Mrs. Weasley's voice bellowed through the sitting room. She knew she should have never let him be in charge of watching it, but it did keep him quiet for a few minutes. "He will bite you and it will hurt." Ron stared down at the little puppy, wondering how something so little would have teeth sharp enough to hurt him. Ignoring his mother, Ron once again pulled on the puppies tail. "It no bite me, Mum." he replied and pulled the tail harder. "Muuuuuum! It bite me." "I warned you.." |
1. Herb..ology There is nothing like a nice Herbology class to take one's mind off the fact they have red hair. Especially if their name happens to be Ron Weasley. There is only so much one can take of being called 'The Red Headed Git'. Even if it wasn't one of his favorite classes, Ron sometimes enjoyed a nice pruning of Abyssinian shrivelfig to take his mind off things..like his hair. That was until Professor Sprout decided to take the easy route during one lesson. Smiling cheerfully, the Sprouty woman uncovered an unrecognizable plant, "Today, we will be discussing..GINGER!" Oi.. |
76. Zap Not really fascinated by his father's obsession with muggle plugs and batteries, Ron would ignore him when he came home with them. Very boring. That was until one day, Mr. Weasley came home with the BIGGEST battery ever! Snatching it from his father's explaining hands, Ron made a dash towards his bedroom. He wanted to see if this BIG battery did anything special. Turning it over in his hands, Ron decided there was nothing special about it. Nothing special. Being the genius that Ron was, he stuck out his tongue and placed it on the top of the battery. ZAP! |
68. Roar! Having an older brother that worked with dragons had it disadvantages. Ron would have to endure long hours of listening to Charlie talk about how 'awesome' those dragons were. They were not awesome, they were scary. The advantages of having a dragon loving brother would be the presents Ron would receive. Once, Charlie had given him a real dragon's tooth! Dragon's teeth were only scary while they were attached to the dragon.. Presents are always good! Except for that totally realistic miniature dragon Charlie decided to get Ron. It would even make noises. The dragon would roar. Ron would cry. |
70. Teem The broom shed at the burrow always made Ron feel claustrophobic, thanks to his brothers locking him in there a few times. He only wanted to grab a broom, and practice his flying. He was going to make the Hogwarts Quidditch team, no matter what. He would practice all day and night if he had to, or at least until his mother made him go to sleep. The creaky shed door opened, and Ron, without looking, stuck his hand in and grabbed the first broom he felt. Little did he know, he grabbed a broom that was teeming with spiders. |
94. Allergic AACCHHOOO! The sneeze echoed through the very quiet library. It was only a matter of time before Madame Pince started her yelling. Ron couldn't help it if he had to sneeze. Better out then in..unless that was something else he was thinking of. AACCHHOOOOO! Ron let out another echoing sneeze. This time, he could see Madame Pince shifting in her seat, clearly annoyed by his sneezes. Still, he couldn't help it. AAAACCCCCHHHHOOOOO! "Do you need to see the Healer?" The librarian's voice echoed almost as loud as Ron's sneezes. "No, ma'am. She can't help that I'm allergic to books." |
84. The Angry Teddy Part 1 Ron was angry! He knew he had left his teddy bear on his bed this morning. It was the same routine every day. He would tuck the bear in, read him a story, and that's where he would stay..until Ron would push him off the bed to make room for himself. With eyebrows lowered, Ron destroyed his already destroyed room. He would find it, no matter what. Hearing the commotion in his brother's room, Percy slowly opened the door, "What are you doing?" "Looking for teddy." Wasn't it obvious!? "Go see Fred and George, they know where he is." |
77. The Cheerful Teddy Part 2 Ron's eyes went wide when he heard what Percy had said. He should have known the twins were responsible for his missing teddy bear. He knew the bear wouldn't just up and walk away, for the bear loved Ron just as much as Ron loved the bear. Making his way to the twins room, Ron slowly and very quietly opened the bedroom door. You never know what to expect walking into that room. Spotting his bear sitting on something that he supposed was once a bed, Ron took cheerful steps and scooped the bear up. Ron missed him so much! |
83. The Fearful Teddy Part 3 Once the teddy bear was safely in his arms, Ron turned to walk out of the room. Something was not right, and he knew it. Why was the twins door unlocked? Where were the twins? Why was the bear sitting somewhere easy to be seen? Holding the bear out in front of him, Ron stared a hole through it. It looked the same. It had the same beady eyes, and the same eight legs... EIGHT LEGS!? Throwing the spider bear on the floor, Ron made a quick escape out of the twins bedroom. He was fearful of spiders after that. |
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