I'm ready for some REAL action now! Time to start the DANGER! Ginevra, if you, by any chance, continued to read my fan-fiction after I so rudely trashed you over the internet, you may want to stop reading at this point. Reason being that this chapter (and most after) contain the Dark Knight and the war and totally awesome plot.
As for those who LOVE my idea, I present to you Chapter EIGHT! Enjoy!
-Indy
Untouchable
A Harry Potter Fan-fiction
By: Indigo March
Chapter Eight
Wizarding Air Force
Fred's P.O.V.
Kingsley paced in front of us, expression unreadable.
"You all understand what you're pledging to do, right?" he asked no one in particular. Everyone assembled before him nodded stonily. Except Luna, who smiled dreamily, eyes wandering around the room with interest.
Kingsley sighed heavily, clapping his hands together and rocking on the balls of his feet. "All right then. Your training begins."
. . .
The next four weeks were murder.
We were trained in all styles of fighting. Magical or not. We learned spells, curses, jinxes, hexes. You name it, we learned it. We even learned Muggle fighting techniques: Karate, Kung Fu, Fing Shway, Dokey Pokey (I made up those last two) and we jousted, and fenced, learned archery. Merlin, it was exhausting!
"They're training us like knights," Hermione told me, wiping sweat from her brow (I thought she looked quite attractive when she was chasing Ron with a sword). Ron had been reduced to the fetal position after Hermione was done with him. "Like King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Or something like that."
"Why do we have to learn how to use this hunk of metal anyway?" I asked, lifting the sword in my hand. "It's so . . . I don't know . . . muggle."
Hermione smiled. "We won't always be able to defend ourselves with magic, Fred."
"I guess not," I stood up and lifted the sword above my head. "Now I really am your knight in shining armor, huh, Hermione?"
She giggled, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Just without the armor."
"Fred! Hermione! Since you're so fond of each other, why don't the two of you show us how it's done?" Draco called from across the room. Kingsley had appointed him to be our trainer, and he turned about to be quite the army general. He was most certainly one of those loud, shout-in-your-face, bend till you break, drill sergeants.
Draco glared at us expectantly, waiting for us to take up our swords. Hermione sighed and unsheathed her sword and picked up her shield, and I followed suit. We walked side by side to the middle of the room and, with all eyes on us, began to circle one another. Hermione had a teasing smile on her face. I knew she could fight. She could fight well. These four weeks had been in her favor and she had proven she was surprisingly bloodthirsty (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but she is quite the warrior. Ahh, my warrior princess).
"Are you going to stare at each other all day?" George called, a smirk on his face.
A split second later Hermione attacked. I caught her sword as it came down, the sound of metal-on-metal ringing through the room. And so the fight began.
. . .
Hermione's P.O.V.
Fred brought his sword down sharply, metal clanging with metal as I blocked his move. Laughing, I swiped at his open side. Fred twisted around and rammed his shield against my sword, the force of it knocking me off my feet and onto my back.
"Come on, Hermione, is that all you got?" he teased.
Without a word, I knocked his feet out from under him, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
Cheers erupted around the room. "GO, HERMIONE!"
I leapt to my feet, tightening my grip on my sword. "Stand up!" I said to Fred, pointing my sword threateningly at his throat, but with a teasing voice.
"Yes, dear," he said hurriedly, hauling himself to his feet.
I raced forward, jumping into the air and bringing my sword sharply down. Fred blocked it in the nick of time with his shield once again. I flipped over him and landed nimbly on my feet as everyone cheered around us.
I took two deadly swipes at Fred, ducking as his sword came overhead in defense. I swiped at his legs, and he jumped to avoid my sword.
"Not bad, sweetheart," he said, grinning at me as we resumed pacing in a circle.
"Nor are you, darling."
Thrust after thrust, block after block, Fred and I fought, neither of us breaking a sweat. Ever since drinking the potion and attaining our wings, we had found that we could do things we could never do before (besides fly, obviously).
Like before, I could never have pictured myself sword fighting Fred (let alone being able to lift up a sword), but now it was second nature and extremely easy. I even had muscles! I felt great!
I attacked again, ramming him with my own shield, sending him keeling backwards and nearly falling over. He took up his sword and whacked my shield repeatedly, driving me back now.
"Look, honey, our first fight as a couple!" I said. George roared with laughter from the sidelines.
Fred grinned at me standing before him, and he slowly began to laugh with me. "You're right, my peach. I don't think this is healthy for our love!"
I swiped at him with my sword, but he brought his sword up and blocked it, but I drove him to his knees with all the force that I had. He kicked my legs out from underneath me and I went sprawling onto the ground (ironic, since I did the exact same thing to him). Fred got to his feet, kicking my sword out of my reach and pointing his own sword at my throat.
"I'm afraid I've won, Hermy!"
I stood back up slowly, his sword still pointed at me.
"Not yet, love of my life," I smirked. I ran at him and tackled him around the waist, knocking his sword out of his hand and bringing him to the ground. Rolling back onto my feet, I grabbed his sword and balanced the tip of it onto his stomach.
"One move and I'm afraid I'll have to skewer you."
Fred grinned at me.
His hand shot up and grabbed me firmly by the wrist. His foot kicked me in the gut as he flipped me over him, knocking me flat on my back. He jumped up and ran over to where my own sword lay forgotten on the other side of the make-shift arena. He spun around in time to block my new thrust.
So we fought again, metal clashing with metal, shield blocking sword.
"Must we fight, my love?" He asked me, laughing as I swiped at his head. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to kill me!"
"Maybe you don't know any better!" I laughed as our swords crossed each other, forming an X in front of our faces. Yanking my sword away from his I attacked again, but he blocked it forcefully with his sword, knocking it clean out of my hand.
I heard everyone gasp.
"I win, love," said Fred, grinning. "No more surprises."
I rolled my eyes at him with a smile. "You got lucky."
"Maybe so, darling, maybe so," he said, shaking his head and laughing.
"That was pretty good," said Draco, walking towards us. "Your defenses were strong, and that was quick thinking on your part, Hermione. Not giving up even when you lost your weapon."
Hermione beamed at him. "I do try, Draco."
He smirked. "As for your flirting, Fred, I understand you were fighting your girlfriend, but you do realize that in a real fight, it may not be wise to hold a nice conversation."
Fred bowed his head in mockery. "Yes, Sensei."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Lovegood! Weasley! Your turn!"
"Why do I have to fight Luna?" Ron complained, trudging forward and dragging his sword across the ground like a troll.
"Because I said so," said Draco, following Fred and I to the sidelines. Luna drifted across the arena, eyes still wandering around the hall with interest.
Her eyes landed on Ron, who was holding his sword in front of him, face determined.
"After you, Ronald," she said politely, but her eyes were cold, the obvious hostility pulsing around her surprising us. Luna Lovegood was out for blood.
Ronald shrieked something incomprehensible and then charged at Luna, raising his sword over his head.
The next thing that happened was so quick no one was even sure if they saw it correctly.
Luna swung her sword at Ron's, knocking it out of his hand, and without even breaking her stride, she brought it up and then swung the flat side of the blade down on top of Ron's head, effectively knocking him out cold. He groaned and slumped to the ground.
Luna casually sheathed her sword and skipped back towards us, humming.
We all sat there gaping at Ron's still form.
"SUPER LUNA!" bellowed George.
"MEGA LUNA!" added Fred, hoisting her onto their shoulders and parading her around the room.
"SUPER MEGA LUNA!" They sang together.
Ginny and I rolled our eyes at each other, smiles on our face.
Harry, meanwhile, was prodding Ron with his toe. "Uh . . . Ron? You still alive?" When he got no response, Harry shrugged and walked away, hands in his pockets and whistling happily.
. . .
Fred's P.O.V.
Late that night, I was sitting at the kitchen table back at the Burrow, drinking a mug of hot chocolate with Mum.
"So how was training?" she asked me, looking curious.
I grinned at her. "I beat Hermione in a duel."
She raised an eyebrow. "How'd you manage that?"
"It was a muggle duel, Mum," I explained. "She would've murdered me if it was a wizard duel!"
"Hmmm," said Mum, looking over my head at something. I turned to see what she was looking at. It was her special Weasley Clock. I stood up and went to get it, bringing it back to my seat.
"I see you've added a couple of more people to the clock," I said, grinning at her. I began to count them, "Harry, Fleur, Teddy, Andromeda, Hermione, Audrey. . . ." I handed her the clock. "How did you make room for them? It's not exactly a huge clock."
"I did some fiddling," she said softly, her eyes fixed on the clock. "For some reason, everyone but Hermione is in mortal peril."
"Really? I hadn't noticed," I said, eyes wide in surprise. I leaned across the table to peer at it upside down. "You're right."
Before I could cockily add, "It's because I'm her knight in shining armor," there was a frantic knock at the door.
"Who's calling at this hour?" said Mum, standing up and heading towards the door, just as Hermione came downstairs with Draco and George. Mum raised her eyebrows at us as she put her hand on the doorknob. Putting her ear to the door she asked, "Who is it?"
Someone answered, but only Mum could hear. "My word!" she exclaimed, throwing up the door and revealing . . . Astoria Greengrass?
Draco squeaked and ran into the living room.
"Why are you here?" Mum asked her, looking bewildered. Astoria was breathless, her blonde hair hastily put up in a bun on top of her head.
"I heard Draco was here! I asked Kingsley and he told me how to get here because I really need to see Draco because I realized that I --- never mind. Can I see him?" she asked, looking nervously at Mum.
"The question is if Draco is feeling well," said Hermione, eyebrows scrunched up as she stared at the door Draco had disappeared through. "I'll go make sure he's okay."
"Is he hurt?" Astoria asked nervously, looking worried.
"No, no, he's fine," said Hermione. "I'll be back in a minute."
Astoria looked around at us all and blushed.
"Hey, Astoria," said George, "I'm a Ninja!"
. . .
Hermione's P.O.V.
I found Draco curled up in a ball in a corner of the living room.
"Draco? Are you all right?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I knelt next to him.
"Merlin's pants, no!" he said in a hushed voice. "What is she doing here?"
"She needs to talk to you. She's been worried about you."
"Why?" he asked, looking curious and forgetting momentarily to be scared out of his wits about the girl he was crazy about.
I shrugged. "I don't know. She just is. Go talk to her!"
"I can't, Hermione, I just can't!"
I rolled my eyes and stood up, heaving him up with me. "Come on, Draco. You will talk to her."
"No!" he said, weakly trying to pull himself out of my viselike grip.
"Yes, Draco," I said, pushing open the door to the kitchen. Astoria's head snapped up immediately and she leapt to her feet.
"Draco!" she said, a surprising delight on her face.
"Astoria," he said, his voice suddenly deep and manly. It made me want to laugh, but I didn't for Draco's sake.
"C-can I talk to you?" she asked, biting her lower lip in nervousness.
"If you must," he said stiffly. I nudged him in the side and he corrected himself, saying in much more welcome voice, "Of course, Astoria." She beamed at him and I heard his breath catch.
"Everybody out," Mrs. Weasley commanded, ushering us to the doors. "Let Draco have some quiet!"
Draco gave me a panicked look and I winked as Mrs. Weasley shoved me out the door.
. . .
Wow. A lot happened in this chapter! Ron got his butt kicked . . . twice! Fred and Hermione fought with SWORDS! Luna knocked out Ron, and now Astoria Greengrass showed up in the middle of the night asking for Draco. What will happen?
That, my readers, is for me to know and you to (eventually) find out!
-Indy
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