"So did you want to go to the Three Broomsticks together?"
Hermione watched as Ron's eyes grew wide, his face morphing from white to pink to red to blue to purple. Her jaw dropped as Ron started to shake his head, still not breathing.
Tears stung her eyes.
"Well, Ronald, I'm sorry that I'm so repulsive. I'll just leave."
Ron watched her before he turned to a bush and gagged. The slugs slowly moved up his throat and Ron spat them on the ground. He fell down and groaned.
His broken wand would curse him the rest of his life.
Author's Note: Not quite sure how I feel about this, but my sister promises me that it makes sense.