Weasley is Our King
By Hummingfox
Disclaimer: This is not mine. I claim nothing! The characters are property of JK Rowling's and the WB. I'm just a poor grad student, so please do not sue.
Draco sneered as he overheard the Weasel telling Thomas that he was going to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team in the Great Hall. Weasel playing Quidditch? That'll be the day. He leaned back against the Hogs statue as he thought before catching a glimpse of the Bloody Baron emerging from the dungeons. He smirked as he realized he had a true opportunity in his hands.
He emerged from the shadows of the statue and approached Ron Weasley just as Dean Thomas was leaving. "So… how do you propose to play Quidditch? Can weasels even learn to fly? After all, your family couldn't possibly be able to afford another broomstick."
Ron's face turned slightly red before puffing his chest out proudly. "Actually, my mum bought me a Cleansweep 11 this summer. And I've been practicing all week as well."
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. "A week. Honestly, have you even learned how to call you broom to your hand without it hitting you on the nose?"
The red-haired Gryffindor glared, "I've been playing Quidditch with my brothers for years!"
Malfoy laughed, "I'm sure the girl weasel is much better than you. Of course that's not saying much. A skrewt is probably better than you."
Ron's face burned with anger. "Keep your mouth shut about my family. I'll show you. I'll become Gryffindor's keeper and you slimy snakes won't stand a chance at getting the Quidditch cup this year."
Draco raised an eyebrow in skepticism. "Willing to put your Galleons where your mouth is? Oh wait. You don't even a Knut to your name. Never mind."
Ron growled. "There's better currency at Hogwarts then Galleons. Reputation."
The tow-headed Slytherin sneered. "What reputation do you have? The friend of Scarhead?" He laughed. "Fine… I want you to declare your undying love for McGonagall in the Great Hall when Johnson picks another Gryffindork to be keeper."
Ron glared and gritted his teeth. "Fine." He grinned as he thought of his reward for the bet. "And when I become Gryffindor's keeper, you'll have to proclaim that I'm your king at all our Quidditch matches. And I want to make this a wizard's oath so that you can't ferret your way out of this." He held out his hand, staring down the Slytherin.
Malfoy glared but took Weasley's hand, gripping it angrily. "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, do swear upon my magic that I will fulfill my debt to Ronald Bilius Weasley if I loose this bet."
A spark of silver energy leaped from Draco to Ron before he responded, "I, Ronald Bilius Weasley, do swear upon my magic that I will fulfill my debt to Draco Lucius Malfoy if I loose this bet." A spark of silver energy leaped across to Draco, finalizing the wizard's oath.
With a final glare the two broke apart from each other a repulsed look upon both of their faces. They walked away to their respective dorms. Ron was wiping his hand off on his robes while Draco walked off, hand held subtly away from his robes and body. My hand's completely contaminated with the filth of that blood traitor.
A week later…
Draco stormed angrily into his room. I can't believe I've got to call him my king or loose my magic like a damn squib. He sat at his desk and glared at the pile of parchment as if to will it to combust. There's got to be a way I can change this around. He continued to stare at the desk before a smirk graced his face. Oh… I'll call weasel my king. In fact, I'll get all of Slytherin to do so. I'll make him wish he never made this stupid bet. Picking up his quill and dipping it into his inkwell before scrawling Weasley is Our King! at the top. As he wrote, he hummed a merry tune which all of Hogwarts would soon recognize as "Weasley is Our King!"