Yesterday my life was filled with rain

“I thought he was scared of Ron,” Blaise said, looking back at where Malfoy had disappeared.Ron was incredulous. “Me?”“Not this again,” Blaise rolled his eyes. “Ron, you literally clobbered his arse like three hours ago.”“Oh," Ron said, slowly looking quite pleased. "I suppose I did…” --- There were at least two things Ron could say for certain that he'd never have expected when he first stepped onto the Hogwarts Express- the first being meeting Harry Potter, and the second being, horrifically, being sorted into SLYTHERIN. Ron is begging for someone to fire the Sorting Hat, right now.Except Ron doesn't do as poorly as he'd suspected he would in this house of his. He is by no means the picture of a Slytherin dark-magic-dabbling blood supremacist, but that doesn't mean he fails to find friends in Slytherin, not at all. Not only is he mates with the Boy-Who-Lived, but his friend group also comprises of the first muggleborn in Slytherin since about half a century, and Blaise Zabini, son of the infamous Contessa Zabini and equally as suave as her.Little did Ron know, however, that he was in for one hell of a first year at Hogwarts, Slytherin or not.