Magical Objects Competition

Howler: They're usually used to express anger. Write about someone angry.

Ronald Weasley had shocking red hair, and a temper to match. The usual trigger for his explosive temper was jealousy concerning Hermione Granger and/or Harry Potter, his girlfriend and best friend respectively.

Having known each other since the age of eleven, the three knew each other very well; but no one could deny that, sometimes, Harry and Hermione were closer to each other than either of them were to Ron.

But he ignored it. Or he attempted to. And, for a while, it seemed to work.

While Hermione and Harry, among others, returned to Hogwarts, Ron opted to go straight to Auror training – meaning Harry saw more of his girlfriend in two days than he did in two months. But even then, he somewhat kept calm for most of the time.

But then rumours reached him, about how they were caught in a broom closet by Snape. The pair denied any foul play, but rumours still spread like wildfire. Knowing them, the rational part of him knew it was because they were hiding from the Slytherin Head of House; but his jealous part grew stronger.

Then, it reached him that Harry was visiting Hermione at the Head dorms frequently. Draco Malfoy, Head Boy, was there too, but Ron dismissed the idea of a friendship between Harry and Malfoy, but he grew suspicious.

For months he was told little rumours – after all, Lavender Brown was the gossip queen of the older three years – and it fed his anger. Were he younger, he'd have blown up much sooner, but, apparently, he was more mature.

One Hogsmeade weekend in February, he found the time to meet up with Hermione, seeing her in the flesh after months of impersonal letter exchanging made him happy. But she wouldn't shut up about Harry Potter.

Harry taught her a new spell, Harry was doing so well, Harry was so happy, Harry and Ginny are over each other, Harry made a couple of good friends in other houses, Harry, Harry, Harry.

An hour of this sickened him, and he rounded on Hermione, his face doing nothing to conceal his frustration and anger. "Harry! Harry! Harry! That's all you speak about! Nothing else!"

"What else am I going to talk about? My studies? Don't make me laugh. I only ever talk to him or to-"

"I don't care! There are other things to talk about; example, me!"

"I did, Ronald! First thing I asked you how your Auror training was going! You were uninformative and you changed the topic to Harry yourself!"

"Shut up, Hermione! You always talk about Harry as if he was a GOD or something! Wake up – he's certainly not Merlin! He's nothing special, but you always pay him more attention."

"Oh, so this is what it's about? Your insecurities and ego? I haven't once done anything to prove your delusions right; so yes, I talk about Harry a lot – how could I not, seeing as I only ever hang around him or Draco?!"

"DRACO MALFOY? You're hanging around him and Harry all the time? Bloody hell!"

"Yes! I am! I haven't got a problem with, neither does Harry, nor he!"

"But I do! He's a filthy Death Eater and a bigot!"

"Not anymore! He's actually nice – if you bothered to get to know him!"

"Oh, so now little know-it-all Granger sides with the slimy Slytherin who tormented her for six bloody years! Does she think she's pretty enough for him, just because she shrunk her teeth a bit and grew her hair! NO!" He mocked, losing control of his unmanageable temper, no seeing the blonde and raven haired men off to the side.

"So this is what it's about. You're with me as a favour? To show me pity? Because I'll never be pretty enough for 'worthy' people? Well, FUCK YOU, Ronald Weasley! Fuck you." With a hidden sob, she ran from him, towards the arms of the very man who made him angry in the first place.

Harry held her as she cried for a moment, before passing her to Draco, who looked up in confusion. "Wait here, I'm going to talk to Ronald." The blonde nodded curtly and comforted the crying girl.

"What the hell was that, Ron?" The Boy-Who-Lived demanded of his best friend.

"What you heard! Stupid girl," he muttered, unaware the other had heard him. His temper was unlikely to subside anytime soon – by then; it'd have been too late, however.

"Just go, now, before either me or Draco – or even Hermione, if she's up to it – do something to make to regret coming at all."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not at all, friend."

I decided to end it here, with the animosity and such, because I think it's not a bad place to end it at.

All the anger has been expressed, and, if you hadn't noticed, this had AU elements.

Words: 774