Ron's POV:

We boarded the train after Fred and George helped us carry our trunks to the cargo. Most of the compartments were full, so we had trouble finding an empty one. At last, we found an empty one with only the boy who asked us for help. Before I could open my mouth, Kylie said, "Excuse me! Do you mind? All the others are full."  He replied, "Not at all, come in!" with a grin.  She also smiled warmly, but I could tell it was fake. "I'm Ron, by the way," I introduced myself. "Kylie Wilson," she said shortly. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter," he said.

Kylie's POV:

"Woah!" Ron exclaimed. "Do you really have the- the-" he stammered, looking awestruck still. "The scar," he whispered. "Oh yeah," he said, pushing back his messy hair to reveal a lightning-shaped scar. "Wicked!" he said, looking as though he had just heard that MS Dhoni will never retire. Harry suddenly looked at me and I felt a sharp pain underneath my fringe. Weirdly, Harry also seemed to experience the same pain. "Lia, what's wrong?" Ron asked, noticing me. "Lia?" I asked. Lia? Sounds like a good nickname... "Yeah, you need to have a nickname," Ron said, blushing furiously again. "I have one, though!" I said, indignantly. "Really? What is it?" Ron asked curiously. "Taco-Mia," I said, blushing. "Pfft... Taco-Mia?" Ron teased. "You got a problem, m'guy?" I asked intimidatingly. "No, no... I was just kidding," Ron said, scared. "You better be," I said. "Ron!" Harry called. "C'mere!" "What?" Ron asked, getting up from my side and sitting next to him. They started whispering about something, which I'm pretty sure is me. Boys -_-.  I didn't like the way Harry was staring at me.

<time skip to when Hermione comes>

Ron was halfway through the spell George taught him when~

"Excuse me, has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." a familiar bossy voice said. It was Hermione. "Hermione!" I exclaimed. "Kylie! I heard what happened! How's Mum and Dad?" she asked. "They're in the hospital. I think the name was St. Mango's or something." I said guiltily. "It's St. Mungo's! And don't worry, they'll be fine," she said, half-bossily and half-caring. "D'you know her?" Ron asked, astonished. "Yeah, she's my "muggle" friend!" I said. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then!" she said, looking past me. Ron cleared his throat and started, "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow~" "~turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" I finished. "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it?" Hermione claimed. "I've tried a few simple spells and they've all worked for me. For example," she pointed her wand at Harry's glasses, "Oculus Reparo! " The weak, thin tape holding the glasses together vanished and the glasses looked brand new. "Wow..." Harry muttered, taking out his glasses. "Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And you are...?" she finished unconvinced. "I'm... Ron Weasley!" he said, his mouth full of food. Good Godric, he looked so cute. "Kylie! Can I have a word? Excuse us." she suddenly asked, waking me from my trance. Did she give me any choice? I followed her out of the compartment, and into the pathway, and shut the door.

"Do you like him? Ron?" she suddenly asked. "No!" I said. "I know you like him!" she pressed on. "Gurl, how many crushes have I had?" I asked. "Zero," she said, knowing where this is going. "Exactly! Now, what are the odds that I like him?" I asked. "K, I know, but the way you look at him~" "~is how I look at my best friend!" I finished. "Look, I don't like him. If you want, you can try him! I don't care! But, do NOT try to hook me up somewhere." I said confidently. "I'm not trying for him! I'm trying for his brother!" she said happily. "Good Godric, have you started already?!" I exclaimed, facepalming. "What? I think he must've been in his 3rd or 4th year. He said his name was Fred Weasley and he looked so cute! " she squealed, dancing on her tippy-toes. This bitch. "Merlin, Hermy, number 1, you just met him!  Number 2, you're friggin' 11! " I yelled. I may have yelled too loud becuase Ron looked terrified. Poor Ron.