Ron is pissed off

Ron ghosted through the dim, deserted corridors of Hogwarts. He wasn't sure how long he'd really been at it. An hour, two? Time stretched out in the most agonising manner when he spyed what was going on in the Common room, Harry got everything, now he gets some pheromone and now he can get any girl to be his sex **** just by smelling him, he gets it all, even Hermione and his own sister, Hermione was his not Harry potters.

It was when he brushed past the Charms department, student and professor alike gone for the night, that he saw her.

Even from behind, Ron could tell the tall, raven-haired woman was an uncommon beauty.

She wore a black robe. Too form-fitting to be a student's, too expensive to have been purchased on a professor's salary. Curls of black hair descended down to her back.

Ron knew he must run, this could be a Slytherin or **** eater?

"You there!" Ron called out, making towards the silent, still woman. Even as he tried to catch her attention, he fumbled for his wand.

The figure turned halfway to look at him. Coldly beautiful features curled into a smile, before she turned and fled, into a classroom.

Thinking of nothing but his reward, Ron charged in after her.