The Fight
Prefect duties are always dull on Wednesday's; no one ever seems to be in the halls. I'd say they're all outside enjoying the sunshine, maybe flying around on brooms or messing around in the lake. I look past the streaming rays light to get a better glimpse of the world outside the hallways of Hogwarts. It's so alive and full of energy. I look farther down the grass and notice a small group of kids gathered around a now brightly red faced boy.
"Bloody hell." I mutter to myself. I look down the hall then back at the group, no one seems to be coming and so I walk down the grass, my eyes fearful as I draw closer. The group has surprisingly become bigger, and it's hard for me to get a good look at the boy inside I elbow my way and end up standing next to none other than Harry Potter. He smiles down at me and I finally notice his wand in hand, throwing curses at the blonde haired boy in the center of the circle. Draco tries to hold back tears as Harry's spells hit him hard and he falls to the ground. I look at Harry then to Draco with pleading eyes.
"Harry, stop. Come on, he's not worth it." I whisper to him. Harry looks at me, his wand at the ready.
"No one else will get hurt but him. I promise." He tries to reassure me, but it only makes me feel worse.
"Harry, stop it. You're going to get suspended." I say as I try to pull his wand away. Ron glares at me from Harry's other side.
"Piss off you…you…" Before the insult slipped out of his mouth Ron sprang to life, his arms wrapping around Draco's throat. I drop to the ground near them and try to pull Ron off. I watch as Hermione does the same, tugging at Ron's side. Her face now completely flushed as she yells,
"Ron stop. HARRY DO SOMETHING." I look over my shoulder to the now chuckling all famous Harry Potter. As our eyes meet he stops laughing and starts pulling as well. Soon we are able to get them separated.
"Don't you ever talk about my sister like that again!" He yells as Draco walks away. "If he ever as much lays one finger on you Ginny…" Ron growls, as I try to hide my now redding face. I try not to remember only hours before this in the hidden broom closet, Draco's body pressed so close to mine, his tongue so far back my throat. the feeling of his hips grinding against mine. I shake my head, trying to forget the memories, and return to the present.