This time I've written a story isn't a song fic or based on a song! I don't know how long or short this story is going to be but I do have an outline of the story, but of course, if you guys have any ideas or suggestions, I'd love to hear them! Enjoyyy :D
'I'MMA FUCKING KILL YOU!' A blur of red shot a curse at a bleeding blonde; the blonde fired back ferociously.
The crowd gasped and stood with their eyes wide open at the scene unfolding before them; this was the third fight in one day. It was getting worse; they were getting worse. At first it had been nasty words and names, then threatening body language, then slowly it had moved to fists and now it was names, body language, fists and curses, very dark and vicious curses.
A few younger – and stupider – children had unfortunately been hit by a flying person or a stray curse and had limped off to their house; going to the Medical Wing would start questions and they did not want to be labelled as snitches.
The crowd had grown bigger and bigger, louder and louder, it seemed the whole school was watching. Some stood on ledges and some were on friend's shoulders. It didn't matter how they saw, they saw. They cheered, booed and screamed, when the person they wanted to win got punched, when the person they wanted to lose got hit and when a very nasty curse was fired and when they saw the results of said curse. If you looked on the positive side of this battle, it gave the watching students a firsthand look into curses and their range and what their results looked like. Also, they learnt how close they could stand before they were hit by a drifting curse or person.
Normally, when a good fight – like this one – was happening there would be a small child, normally a first year, standing on either corner of the corridor looking out for any professors and when the alert was raised they'd run down the corridor and tell everyone to split. This always worked and was a fool-proof plan; only people who got in trouble were those who were actually in the fight, the people watching didn't and neither would the Twins or Lee Jordon who were taking bets on who would win and lose. And maybe even the people in the fight would be able to get away.
But this fight was different, this fight was anticipated, this fight was violent and nasty. This fight was great. All first years had either been hit and were now making their way to their houses or were in between people's legs or on someone's shoulders; no one was watching.
'ALL OF YOU GET TO THE GREAT HALL NOW!' The back of the crowd turned around to see all the Heads of house and Dumbledore.
The other side of the crowd saw the professors and turned to run the other way. No luck. Flinch, Hagrid and the Head boy and Girl were there. There was no were to run.
And it seemed that the core of the crowd hadn't heard the professors' arrival, so carried on cheering and yelling...until the crowd thinned out as the outer layers followed professor McGonagall to the Hall.
Soon even the Twins and Lee had been dragged away, quite pleased that the professors had arrived; there was no end to the fight, so they got to keep all of the money and objects they had gained for bets.
But still the two boys carried out, determined to finish one and another off. Hagrid snatched the redhead up and the Head Boy and Girl held the bleeding blonde, while Snape quickly seized their wands, nearly missing a swipe from the blonde; one tried to break free and attack the other and one knew that the fight was well and truly finished and they were both in gallons of trouble.
'GET OFF OF ME. IMMA KILL THE FUCKING TRAITOR!' The redhead just smirked; he knew that they were in trouble and swearing in front of the professor wouldn't help his situation.
Both sat in the Medical Wing while Dumbledore contacted their parents.
'Thanks Ma'am.' Smiled the redhead as Madam Pomfrey wiped his swollen and bleeding lips. She nodded.
'Drink that Ron; it should help with the swelling.' She said in a calm tone, she had seen many fights in her time and she had seen much worse. She handed Ron a glass with a shot of a vile looking liquid. Ron swirled it and swallowed it, hoping to get it over with. But the lumps wouldn't let it be over as soon as he wanted. The instant it touched his lips, he wanted to gag it up but gulped it down. Ron stuck out his tongue and started to wipe it, hoping it might take some of foul taste away. No luck. She hadn't even left him a glass of water.
Ron sighed and laid back onto the clean and white sheets of the bed he was sitting on. He was in some deep trouble; his mother would murder him and to make matters even better, he could be expelled. This had been his third fight in one day and his tenth fight in four days. It was a wonder that he hadn't been put out of lessons yet, well, having Harry Potter and Hermione Granger did help. And if wasn't going to be put out of lessons, than neither could Malfoy.
Ron smiled as he thought of Malfoy; he had come out worse than Ron.
'Oww, can you be any rougher?' Spat Draco as Madam Pomfrey tried to tend to him. He was in a worse state than Ron; he had a black eye, bleeding nose, cut and swollen lips and a nasty looking bruise on his right cheek. Madam Pomfrey was used to this sort of appreciation, especially Slytherins, so just rolled her eyes and pushed down the urge to give the boy a slap around the ears.
Draco growled as she walked away.
He had been humiliated and his "friends" hadn't even tried to help him, they'd just watched and every now and then had yelled his name. And none of them had come to see if he was alright.
They had only been in there for ten minutes and Weasel had already had visitors; Granger, Potter, Little Weasel, Brown, those Patil Twins, Thomas, Longbottom and some Irish boy. All of whom seem very concerned about Weasel and how he was and all had pleaded to even be allowed one smile or wave or look to him. But no one had come to see Draco.
The doors of the Wing opened; Draco expected it to be someone else who wanted to see Weasel.
Draco got up and limped towards the figures that had just walked in.
'Mum?' Both of parents had just strode in, but he ignored his father's presence; they hadn't been getting on this summer and he wasn't about to start liking him now. Dumbledore was in front of them and behind him was Weasel Mother, who looked like she was going to kill.
'Hi Mum.' Draco turned his head to see that Weasel had also gotten up, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
'I'VE HEARD WHAT YOU'VE DONE YOU STUPID LITTLE BOY.' Draco jumped at the sudden and loud shout but Weasel just looked at his mother and rolled his eyes, like this was a normal occurrence. 'YOU'RE LUCKY THAT YOU CAN EVEN WALK OR ROLL THOSE BLOODY EYES OF YOURS!' She was stalking towards her son who seemed to grow a couple of inches; Weasel Mother's face was a flaming red and seemed to match her hair. 'YOU'RE LUCKY THAT YOU'RE NOT BEING EXSPELLED!' Even with his Mother firing dangerously towards him, Weasel smiled. 'BUT, OH YOU JUST WAIT, WHEN I GET YOU ALONE, YOU'LL REGRET BEING BORN. I WARN YOU RONALD, YOU'VE GOT A LOT OF BLOODY EXPLAINING TO DO AND I WANT THE TRUTH, NOT SOME BLOODY LIES. THE TRUTH. AND YOU JUST WAIT TILL I SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER ABOUT THIS, HE WON'T BE VERY PLEASED!'
'Yeah, but Mum, since when did Dad have a temper?' Draco's eyes grew wide; Weasel had just spoken back to his Mother when she was yelling brutally at him, and his tone was so calm and normal. He even smiled at her! Weasel Mother didn't seem too happy about being spoke back to.
'BLOODY HELL! HOW DARE YOU RONALD? MAYBE I SHOULD ASK FOR YOU TO BE EXSPELLED FROM HOGWARTS? MAYBE THAT WOULD TEACH YOU A LESSON!' At her words, Weasel seemed too finally except that his Weasel Mother was annoyed.
'No, Mum, please, please, Mummm.' Weasel looked like he was going to get down on his knees and beg to her.
Weasel Mother seemed happy with that reaction.
'I'm sorry Albus, but I had to have a little word with Ron. I'll wait until later to tell him what I really think.' Her voice was completely different; it was like a different person. She was calm and relaxed and unlike the Malfoys, Dumbledore seemed unnerved by this and nodded.
'I understand Molly, a mother must teach her children, no matter how old, what is right and what is wrong. She must show her children the consequences for their actions.' The old man smiled gently at her.
Molly looked at the Malfoys expecting the same kind of speech from them, but they just stood there with stony and bored eyes. She rolled her eyes and sighed; was there any point in that boy even having parents?
'Would you all kindly follow me up to my office, I think it would be a better place to discuss what will be happening to you two boys.' Dumbledore did not wait for an answer but turned and left. The Malfoys quickly followed.
'Sorry Mum. I really am.' Ron and his Mum were a bit behind; Molly wasn't as slim as she once was and couldn't keep up a fast pace like the others. Ron didn't mind sauntering behind.
'Oh, Ronnie,' she sighed, her main anger had subsided and she had a clearer mind now. 'I know why you did it Hunnie; I know what they can be like. But Ronnie, you must really learn to control your temper or turn it into something positive. You play Quidditch don't you Hunnie?' Ron nodded as he watched his feet. 'Take your anger to the pitch and just fly it away. That way, no one gets hurt...well...unless you get put for beater.' Molly gave a light laugh and Ron joined.
He gave his Mum a one arm squeeze and linked his arm through hers; he wondered what he would do without her. She was his rock, his confiner, his support, his help, his guardian angel, his protector; she knew everything, all his secrets, his fears, his loves, his hates, his likes and he knew she would take all it to her grave.
'Thanks Mum.' He whispered quietly, but Molly had very good hearing and heard, she smiled but said nothing.
'Ronnie!' From nowhere the blonde bombshell, Lavender Brown, popped up.
'Oh, hey Lav.' Ron smiled at the blonde, she smiled sweetly back. 'Oh, this is my Mum, Molly. Molly, Lavender, Lavender, Molly.' The two women exchanged smiled and hellos.
'You okay Ronnie? Where are you going? What's going to happen to you and that idiot Malfoy?' She asked, her curious gossip nature taking over.
'Yeah, I'm fine Lav, you should see Malfoy.' Lavender lightly chuckled. 'We've got to go and speak to Dumbledore and see what our punishment is.'
'Oh, Ronnie, I hope it's not too bad. I best be moving then, see you later Ronnie.' She blew him a kiss and skipped off.
Molly looked at her son; she thought Hermione was his only girl friend and this girl was nothing like Hermione Granger. And Molly just couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not; she didn't know whether to like the girl or not.
'I'll tell you later.' Ron shook his head and smiled at her; she looked forward again and knew that her son would tell her. He always did.
'Ah, Molly, there you are, I wondered where you two had got too. I do hope you did not get lost!' Smiled Dumbledore as Molly and her son wandered in minutes later than the rest.
'Oh, you know me Albus and having seven children does take its toll.' She replied lightly; she was unfit and she didn't care. In her opinion, it made her cuddlier and kept her warm in the winter.
Albus flicked his wand and two seats were pulled up for both people.
On one side of Dumbledore's desk were the families and boys and the other there was Dumbledore, Snape, whose face stayed unemotional and cold, and McGonagall, who gave a warm smile to Molly.
Dumbledore's face changed; it was now serious and stern. He wasn't going to be interrupted.
'The professors and I have had a very long chat about a suitable punishment for you two boys. What you did today is the result of many other fights that have been going on throughout the past few days. I believe that there have been six fights over the past three days and this is your second one today, but of course, you may have had more; these are just the ones that we were able to hear about. I suspect that the true figure is higher.' Dumbledore paused. 'Not only have you damaged each other, but younger pupils have also been hurt and the corridors and room of Hogwarts also bear ugly scars of your fights. Yes, I understand that your families have conflicting views and your feuds are well-know, but I do not see why these fights and duels have become so constant and vicious in the recent weeks and I doubt that you would honestly tell me or give me a good "excuse". I could, once again, deduct House points, give you detention for the rest of the coming year, ban you from playing in your Quidditch teams, take away your prefect statuses, give you earlier curfews, ban you from seeing one another and not allow you to go to Hogsmead.' Draco's and Ron's mouths grew wider and wider and their eyes grew more and more wide as Dumbledore listed his list of things he could do. 'But, I know that you have friends, who would quite happily fire curses and punches at either of you for the other and that house points and prefect statuses would not really effect either of you. The professors and I have, however, come up with the perfect punishment. It will involve you having to spend time with each other and having to communicate with one another, being away from your friends and family and will put you both in a strange surrounding for both of you.' Dumbledore paused; everyone was on the edge of their seats, waiting for the penalty to be heard.
'You will both, together, spend six months at a muggle secondary school.'