Weasleys vs

Weasley vs. Malfoy

" The StarChaser: The newest broom out! Turns smoothly with a tap of the finger, and lands with ease. Handle made out of admirable Wizards' Raspberry Oak, and polished to a lustrous shine. Comes with a polishing kit, and a user's manual. 500,000 galleons, including tax." Harry read aloud, gaping at the enormous price, for Harry hadn't enclosed that much to his letter to Hermione.

" Harry! Com'on in!" Harry looked to see Victor Krum beckoning him to come into the store. He nodded, and walked briskly in, tearing his eyes away from the StarChaser.

The little shop was filled with the new brooms, including the StarChaser, and many, many books and equipment. Ron was looking at a new broom, and when seeing the price, he quickly walked away. Fred and George, who were the Gryffindor beaters on the quidditch team at Hogwarts, were checking out the club-like beaters, to blow the bludgers away from their team. Harry had depended on them quite a few times to keep him from getting knocked off his broom by those bludgers. Especially in the rain, or bad weather, when his glasses would block his view.

Krum walked over and sat down at the counter with the cash register, opening a copy of Quidditch News Weekly, and beginning to read. " Definitely the Hermione type." Ron muttered under his breath to Harry, glancing at Krum.

Krum had taken Hermione to the Yule Ball last year, a dance where the fourth through seventh years dance to the Weird Sisters' music. Hermione had gone with Krum, and had a great time, and Ron, for some reason, thought that she had gone to see Krum during the summer.

Krum, a famous quidditch player, was still in school at Durmstrang, and Harry had watched him play at the Quidditch World Cup last year. And, consequently, Harry and Krum both played the same position in quidditch.

Harry made his way over to the book section, and picked through the innumerable quidditch books. Quidditch: The Wizards Choice, The Top Ten Quidditch Moves, IQA (International Quidditch Academy) Chooses the Top Quidditch Team of the Year, and Victor Krum: A Biography, and many more, but Harry picked up The Top Ten Quidditch Moves, and headed over to the counter.

"Krum. How much is this?" Harry asked, trying to get Krum's attention away from the magazine. He looked up at Harry and replied, "It's free. If there is no price marked, you don't have to pay." He shrugged carelessly, and continued to read.

"Um, so did you see Hermione this summer?" Ron asked, walking briskly up to the counter, and snatching a bag of Bertie Bot's Every Flavor Beans, opening it, but first looking to see if it was marked with a price.

Krum shut the magazine quickly, and looked at Harry with a blank expression, then glanced at Ron, who was munching on a bean, which must've tasted disgusting, because he spit it out and choked, " Dirty Sneakers!" Harry held back a laugh, and continued to look at Krum's guilty face.

"Yea, I did. She-she-she stayed the summer over at her aunt's house, which is one block from where I live. She-um-she changed." He said, a glint in his eye.

"Changed for the good or bad?" Harry asked, setting down the book and glancing at the author, Journami Milldleton. "Definitely for the good." Krum replied, his face breaking into a shy smile. "Just wait till you see her!" he added, looking over at Fred and George who were quiet, too quiet.

Harry and Ron exchanged worried looks, and the comment made by Fred rang in Harry's head, " Maybe even get into some trouble." Trouble was what that silence meant, yea, it was definitely trouble.

Harry turned on his heel, and marched over to the two of them. Fred was holding a wand, most likely one of their fake ones they had invented last summer, and George was pouring odd sorts of candies into the palm of his hand.

George glanced at Harry and gave him a sly smile-which could only mean one thing-they were up to something. Harry looked suspiciously at them and then decided to let them do their business, for it was in their blood. Harry refused to get into it, because: 1) He would most likely get into trouble, and 2) It would be even more funny to let the trick, if it was a trick, be a surprise.

"Well, you guys, I'm gonna' head over to Flourish and Blots to get my school books, anyone with me?" Ron announced, glancing at everyone. " I am." Harry voiced, snatching up the magazine on the counter, and heading out the door with Ron. Krum's voice carried out to them, " Come on back and we'll talk later, I have, er, something to tell you."

Harry nodded, swaying his legs around to where Ron was headed. The Alley had filled up quite a bit, and there were many people that Harry recognized from Hogwarts, one of them being Hagrid, who spotted Harry right when he walked out of a near shop, that Harry recognized as Mr. Ollivander's store.

" Oi! Harry! How're yeh doin'? How's it goin' Ron?" Hagrid called out from over about twenty peoples' heads. He charged over to them, and patted a hand onto Harry's shoulder, which felt more like a punch.

"Good, a few little, ahem, incidents, but nothing to worry about." Harry replied, with a side-glance at Ron who was staring wide-eyed at him. "What?" Harry mouthed, but Ron just shrugged, and joined in on the conversation.

"Yea. Good here, just can't wait to get to school." Ron said sarcastically. "Good, good, do yeh two know anythin' about the new thing at Hogwarts?" Hagrid asked, his gaze skipping from Harry to Ron.

Both boys exchanged half-frightened looks. They were not ready for another year like last year, when a few new Hogwarts events, well, let's say, went wrong, extremely wrong.

"No." both of them chimed together, hoping that it wasn't another Triwizard Tournament. "Oh it's just something fer fun, it'll be nice, to, er, have some new students at Hogwarts." He said, trailing off, "Well, I really gotta' get goin', school starts in two days, er, I guess I'll see yeh there, you two." He turned and walked oddly off.

"Um, can anyone say 'drunk'?" Ron said. "No, I don't think that's what it is." Harry said, a little too uncomfortably. He turned and headed for Flourish and Blots. "What do you mean, Harry?" Ron called, following Harry into the already packed store. "Look, I dunno, but I think he does." Harry said, squeezing through two people. " Sure, sure, let's just get our books." Ron said, sighing, and knowing that he couldn't get anymore out of Harry.

Harry pulled out the list of books to get, from his back pocket, which had a growing hole in it. The Dursleys always made sure that Harry got nothing less than the worst. Old, holey socks, dirty, stretched out blue jeans, and stained, nasty shirts, but Harry had accumulated better clothes over the summer, since Dudley had grown at least three inches around about a week after he had gotten a bunch of new clothes.

Ron came up and looked at the list, reading it aloud with a tired tone.

"Magical Creatures and Their Habitats (starring Jonathon Bunkley),

Transfiguration, Year V,

Defense Against the Dark Arts (and preparation for the coming times),

Beneficial Potions,

Divination, E.S.P., and Foretelling,

Everyday Charms for the Common Wizard,

Herbology, Year Five,

A Muggle History,

The Wizarding World, and it's Benefits."

"Wow, that's a lot of courses, I guess that we're taking after Hermione, she's rubbing off on us, and that is not good." Harry said, sounding like Ron, in a way. "Wait! There's another book that I didn't mention. Apparating and Disapparating. We are gonna learn how to apparate this year!" He said enthusiastically.

"Yea, but I thought that you had to have some kind of license to do that, right?" someone said behind them. Both Harry and Ron whirled around to find Neville, who had grown taller, and wasn't so lanky. In a girl's point of view, he would have been, handsome.

"Hey Neville! Wow, you changed." Ron said, gaping at him. Neville nodded, and said with a deeper voice than last year's, " You would be surprised. Everyone has changed, even you two. Ron, you're taller, and filled out and, have you been working out?" He asked, with a grin. Ron gave a nod, and flexed his muscles ever so slightly. " Yea, Malfoy won't wanna' mess with me this year." Ron said, smiling even more. " Yea, and Harry, you're taller, and different, but I don't know what it is." Neville continued.

" Neville, get o'er here! We have some things to do." An older man said, probably his dad. Neville nodded, and headed towards the man, giving a wave back to Harry and Ron. At that moment, a beautiful girl with long, blonde hair, and light brown eyes came around the corner, and linked arms with Neville, who glanced back at Harry and winked. They walked out together, whispering, and laughing.

"Wow. Just, wow." Ron said, his expression of disbelief. Harry shook his head and said, " If that is Neville, then I really can't wait to see Cho Chang." "Or Hermione." Ron added, blushing. Harry thought that it was odd for Ron to be wondering about Hermione, and at a time like this. Harry gave Ron a nudge and smiled. "What?" Ron asked, his eyes trying to hide the truth, even though Harry wasn't too sure what it was. "Nothing, let's just get our books, and get out of this shop before it gets so packed that we can't get out." Harry said, holding back a laugh.

Ron nodded, and went off to retrieve his books. Harry did the same, and they both met at the counter with many books piled on their outstretched arms.

The cashier rang all the books up, and the two boys paid for them individually. Ron sighed and announced, " I don't have enough for new robes!" Harry offered to loan him some money, but Ron refused.

"Ron, take the money, and you don't have to pay me back." Harry insisted, so Ron took the money gladly, and replied, " I owe it to ya, man." Harry glared at him, and gave a light chuckle. Ron beckoned with his head to follow him out the door, and Harry succeeded him, almost tripping over a pile of books that lay on the ground.

Once to the door, Harry and Ron headed out into the clear sunlight. The leaves were just beginning to fall off the trees in the muggle world, but in the wizarding world, they tried to keep the leaves on for as long as they could with spells and charms. And that was how it was now, the leaves still all attached to their trees, and giving the appearance of summer.

Heading over to table, Harry and Ron plunked all of their books onto it, and took a seat. At that second, a big commotion interrupted their short break. Harry whirled around to see George and Fred in the center of a bunch a people, mostly students, and with them were Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Neville was right. Malfoy had changed. He wasn't so pale, and he was much more buffer, so much more that he could defend himself without the help of Crabbe and Goyle. But as for Crabbe, he was much more chunkier, and more round, and it looked like his muscles were weak. And Goyle remained the same, with immense muscles, and a harder face.

Harry stood up, "Ron, I knew that they were up to something, let's go check it out." Ron nodded, and got up quickly with an amused face. The two of them curiously hiked up to the group of laughing kids, and pushed their way through to see.

The scene was absolutely amusing. Fred held two wands, most likely his own and Malfoy's , and George held three, probably his own, Crabbe's and Goyle's. The twins were laughing hysterically and holding their stomachs.

Crabbe was all purple. His tongue, his skin, even his eyes were purple, and it seemed that he didn't even know it. Goyle was looking around confused, with a long, too-long, tongue flopping around. Malfoy was holding a wand, and trying to help Crabbe and Goyle, but every time he tried to cast a spell, the wand squeaked, and turned into a fake mouse.

Harry automatically recognized this wand as one of the Weasley twins' inventions, their fake wands. Ron was already crying due to guffawing so much at the sight of them. Harry got into it and laughed along with the rest of the group.

Malfoy spotted Harry, and strutted up to him, a deceitful smile on his face. "So, Harry, ready for another humiliating year at Hogwarts? Cause you know that you're gonna' get it." He said, squeezing the wand in his hand, probably leaving the imprint of it on his palm.

"Yea, actually I am. Because, I'm not gonna get it, you are." Harry replied, his laughter fading away. Ron backed Harry up, " Yea, you better watch it, 'cause one wrong move and," he clenched his fist and held it up into Malfoy's face, snickering.

"Sure, I'm so afraid of a couple of good-for-nothing, wizard wanna'-be's, and a mudblood with super-intelligence. Oh, I'm so scared!" Malfoy said sarcastically, snickering back to Ron, his eyes ablaze.

That blew the gasket. Ron's face reddened with anger, and yelled back at him, " MUDBLOOD? Is that what you called Hermione! Is it, Malfoy?" Ron screamed, his face twisted with anger, and his eyes narrowed. At this, everyone around them backed off, including Harry, the twins, and Crabbe and Goyle. The center of attention was now Harry's best friend, and school rival.

"This is not gonna be pretty." George said, handing Crabbe and Goyle each a red pill, " Take em' they'll put you back to normal, but you don't get your wands back just yet." he added. They both took the pills and swallowed them, ready to pound the Weasleys if they didn't work, but they did, almost immediately.

Harry turned to the verbal fight between the two boys. "Yea, that's what I called her, 'cause that's what she is, you wanna' make something of it?" " YEA MALFOY! I wanna' make somethin' of it. 'Cause Hermione ISN'T A MUDBLOOD, you idiot." Ron tormented back. Malfoy took a step towards him, and said a few nonaudible words with a nasty look on his face. Ron returned the favor, and yelled a few words that would have made Hermione scold him for.

"Go Ron! YEA!" Fred yelled, and people started a great deal of whispering behind them. Ron gave Harry a confused look that asked if he should fight Malfoy. Harry shrugged and gave him a look that said, " Whatever feels right to you." Ron smiled, and clenched his fist, whacking it into Malfoy's right cheek. Malfoy's eyes held a frightened look, for a split second, and then were filled with fury. Quickly the verbal fight turned into a fistfight.

Cheers erupted from the crowd of students, more than half of them for Ron. Malfoy was on the ground, clutching his nose. Ron gave him a break, and let him stand up. When he took his hand away from his face, his nose was oddly crooked, and looked broken, and he already had a big bruise around his right eye. As for Ron, he had a bloody nose, and his arm looked like it had a bruise on it, but nothing too bad.

Malfoy took a swing at Ron, missed, and then decided to take the fight a step further. He swung his leg up and caught Ron in the knee. Ron clutched his knee, and gave Malfoy the opportunity to kick him again, but he didn't. Ron fell to the ground, and gripped his knee with both hands. He tried to get back onto his feet, but never succeeded. "Malfoy, you broke my bloody knee!" Ron grunted through clenched teeth. Malfoy shook his head, and that frightened look appeared once again in his eyes. He turned on his heel and ran into the nearest store, hiding from the mob of boo-ing kids.

Harry, Fred and George rushed to Ron's aid. "Is it really broken, is it Harry?" Ron asked, taking in a sheer breath. Harry felt his knee, and sure enough, it was broken. Harry could feel a misplaced bone, but nothing that Mr. Weasley couldn't fix. "Yea, yea it is. It's not too serious, though." Harry replied, gently placing his knee back onto the ground, Ron giving a grunt of agony.

Fred and George were going out of their way to make him smile, or even better, laugh. And they were not succeeding. Finally they gave up, and went to go get some help, which is what they should have done in the first place.

"Harry, go get him. Get Malfoy." Ron said with a lot of strain. Harry nodded, and ran into the shop, which was the same shop that he needed to get his potions supplies from. At the counter stood Malfoy's dad, and beside him was Malfoy, with a healed nose, and no bruises. "Oh no, oh no!" Harry complained under his breath.

Mr. Malfoy and Harry had always been enemies ever since Malfoy had told lies beyond lies about Harry since first year. This was going to be hard for Harry to get Malfoy out the door and to Ron. Harry didn't even know why Ron wanted to see his nasty, snake-like face again. Especially after what had just happened. But if that was what Ron wanted, Harry had to do it.

Harry strode up to the counter and requested, " Malfoy is needed outside." He tried not to make eye contact with Malfoy's dad, or even Malfoy, for this was hard enough to do.

"Why, Potter? So you and your foolish friends can damper my son's nose again? Huh, Potter?" Lucious Malfoy said, sneering at Harry. Harry shook his head, " No. It's just that your son has broken Ron's leg. Which is worse that a broken nose. I dunno' what Ron wants, maybe an apology?"

"MAYBE AN APOLOGY?" Mr. Malfoy screamed, " Malfoy's don't give out apologies, POTTER." Harry had learned that when Malfoy's dad gets mad, it's time to back off, and not risk his life. He nodded, and turned to walk out the door, muttering, " Stupid, nasty fools." under his breath.

Harry walked out of the store, hearing the snickers of the Malfoys behind him, and headed for Ron, who was now accompanied by Charlie, and Bill, along with the Weasley twins. It seemed that Charlie was about to heal Ron's knee, and was warning him that it may hurt.

"Harry! Where is he? Where is Malfoy?" Ron said, grasping his knee more firmly. Harry shook his head, frowning, " Malfoy's dad wouldn't let him come out, not even for an apology. Sorry Ron." Harry hung his head in shame, and took a deep breath. "It's okay. We can get him back at Hogwarts." Ron said, smiling with a destructive gleam in his eye. Harry nodded, his smile growing. It was always fun to plot revenge on Malfoy, and it was something that Harry, Ron, and Hermione did on a regular basis.