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actual perfume as well. I wear it when I actually remember to wear perfume.
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The Duel (Ron's Story)
By: Fighta Malcolm Cross
Rated:PG-13 For Lang.
7:15 p.m Sunday
"Checkmate."
Ron only understood two things about the female race:
Smell Nice. Soft.
Thanks to his father's sperm, Ron only had one sister out of the six children his parent's conceived and he refused to look at her as anything but a sister, thank you very much.
But, as he saw her leave with the soft flutter of the black, shapeless robes disappear away behind the picture of the Fat Lady, he new something was wrong. He saw that often as they grew up at Hogwarts together. Her anger and frustration at world for not being able to or just flat out refusing to understand her loves and obsessions. She often met a prejudice that no one really understood, just tried to accept. She met it until she just couldn't stand it and left. It was almost a monologue in some old forgotten play she was used to playing. But this feeling of quite abandonment of him and his friend Harry. this. this was new.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron finally said out loud.
"Who? Hermione?"
"Yeah, she's been distant lately."
Harry smiled an old, modest smile that told he knew more then the rest in his company. Something he developed from Dumbledore in his study at Hogwarts.
"I thought you liked it when she was gone, Ron. Change of heart?"
"Shut up. You know it as well as me ever since last year she's been distant from us. At first I thought it was because of Krum but now. I'm not so sure. I'm going to talk to her. Give me the map so I can find her. Last thing I need is running around like a git looking for her."
"Here," Harry said pulling out the old parchment from his cloak pocket. "Want me to go with you?"
"No. she might think we're ganging up on her," he replied with a look down the hall reaching
He stood up a little more stiffly, with no one to bend over slightly to reach, he looked impressive and confident, He smooth out his robes before he nodded good-bye to Harry and while walking away, took out his wand, tapped the parchment and said:
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
7:25 P.M
The now familiar map appeared before him and the dot that represented Hermione moving slowing out in the garden next to the lake.
He walked off hiding the parchment and going down the many corridors and staircases of the Hogwarts. Every now and then a Professor would stop him and asked where he was going and he would say that he had to go speak to the Head Girl of the Griffindor house because he was having a little argument over the rules of the Common room and they needed her to settle them. It seemed to satisfy them enough until he ran across Professor Snape.
"I somehow doubt that Mr. Weasley, that you would be interested to know what are the rule considering all you do is break them. You were always a troublemaker since you first year, always. Same as your brothers, I'm surprised Ginny hasn't taken after you. You're already in detention for dueling tomorrow, don't think I wouldn't add more."
"Sir, I'm trying to change my ways.honestly."
God Ron, he thought to himself, how full of crap are you? .
Snape's eyes narrowed. "It wouldn't be intelligent of you to humor me, Weasley. I don't take well to people lying to me. If I catch you breaking any more rules you're expelled. Don't doubt that for a minute."
7:45 P.M
Ron said his "yes sirs" enough to satisfy Snape ego and left quickly but quietly. Trying to look like a guy who was sure where he was and why as he finally reach the doors that let to a garden of magical plants that smelled exactly what you wanted them to smell like. Ron walked by smelled a sent that made him feel embarrassed and happy at the same time, female. It smelled like a female. More specifically a perfume called Topaz that Hermione bought in London, which reminded Ron of wildflowers. Because that who he was looking for tonight. It Usually the sent was an exotic French perfume that Fleur Delacour often worn to torment the males with lust long after she was gone. So far it work, Ron hadn't seen her since she went to Italy with her boyfriend seven months ago.
The sunlight graced the hills as it was already bowing down from this part of its stage. He pulled out the map once more and saw Hermione was moving fast toward his direction and three other dots chasing after her.
Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy.
He quickly tapped the mapped and whispered "Mischief managed" before sprinting off.
"Hermione! Hermione!?!" He yelled out toward the direction.
Other then the rustle of the wind in the bushes, silence.
"Herimone! Damn it! Where the hell are you!" He yelled panicky out into the air. His lungs breathed gas fumes, his heart was pumping battery acid, the icy December winds punctured his bare skin, his throat was a fucking desert, and every part of his entire body was tearing apart as he blasted through the garden screaming out her name but he didn't really notice. He mind was focused at the burning thought that Hermione was out numbered and alone.
"...JUST TO WATCH HER SCREAM, WEASLEY, JUST TO FUCKING WATCH THAT MUD-BLOOD SCREAM." Malfoy voice drifted across his mind with that damned grin on his pale face.
He finally left the cover of the garden and into the plains and saw the object of his search. Hermione, in a stance that declared war on the blond, Slytherin bastard staring directly at him in a deviance she develop over the years. Her wand out stretched holding on to her wand and her pride.
"Back off Malfoy!" she yelled from her stance. "There's no way in hell Dumbledore will let you stay here if you're caught trying to pick a duel with me! Not only that but face it, I can kick you ass at this! We're not kids anymore!"
"Hermione!" screamed Ron. "Are you okay?" he breathed steam from his burning lungs.
"Of course, what am I? A rookie?"
"Well."
"Shut up! This is between me and the bitch, Weasley!"
"I really don't give a damn Draco! She's right, we're not children. There's no one here to impress except your lackeys and God knows that they'll impressed by the fact you can breathe. Another time!"
"Fuck you! This ends now"
"Your right, Malfoy," Hermione said in a cold calculated voice. "This ends now."
She closed her eyes and pointed her wand toward the lake while the energy inside her and the wand seem to increase in strength. A hidden power seem to build inside of her that seem to affect the air around her as the wind grew stronger
" ~AQUA. DRACO.LEVIATAN~!!!"
The water of the lake swelled and twisted as a form came forth from the surface.no it was the surface. The water took shape, depth, and fury of a dragon's head and long neck. More started to come out. It didn't scream or roar, it didn't have to, the sheer magnitude of the ability of Hermione's power was impressive enough to make a demon of water with no way of killing it. There was no such destruction of a beast with no real heart or mind. Just a puppet, the deadliest puppet they have ever ran across in their short, and now seemingly pathetic lives.
"Don't make me kill you Malfoy." Hermione said in a distant voice. "Leave right now, never mention this, and you shall live."
Ron stood with his knees buckling underneath him, absolutely impressed and terrified of the beast. "Oh my God." he muttered stupidly to himself.
Malfoy and his morons didn't need anymore warning then that. They sprinted for their lives into the castle, leaving all pride and impressions of being bad-asses behind.
As soon as they entered Hermione's dragon broke apart and splashed down creating strong waves among the water. She looked at the water as it slowly started to make only ripples in the surface then calmed, as if it never even existed in the first place. Slowly, she turned to Ron and smiled an exhausted smile.
"Heh.fooled them." She managed to whisper just before she dropped her wand and collapsed.
8:07 P.M
Ron watched her fall for a split second before catching her. She was the one that seemed like a child now. He gently placed her down on the grass so she could rest. Taking her wand, he snapped back from it, the heat was almost enough to burn into his hand. He waited a moment then reached out for it again and the wand seemed to cool and placed it in his pocket.
He looked around and spotted Hagrid's cabin and frown. Hagrid was away tonight going over some paper work to bring god knows what back for Care of Magical Creatures class.
Ron looked back over Hermione for a moment. She was so different from the way she was along time ago. She hardly spoke and watched the world go by. The only thing that didn't change was her passion for learning. But now she never pressed it upon him or Harry. She been acting so solemn and tired ever since November two years ago.about the same time as.Harry and Cho started going out...
"Oh Jesus, Hermione, that's why? GODDAMIT! YOU COULDN'T EVEN HAVE TOLD ME!?!.. I thought I was your best friend. you couldn't even have told me?"
She stirred but did not wake.
He felt so empty watching her. Lying there so helpless and frail, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"No wonder you've changed. Mum told me once that a heart could die if it's not aloud to love someone. Is that what's happening to you?"
He picked her up tenderly in his arms and carried her slowly back to the castle.
"Don't let your heart die, Hermione. Please don't. I don't think you ever noticed but I love you." He whispered to her, his faced red with sadness and anger.
He looked at her and leaned to place his lips on her forehead, realizing that maybe that was the only time he could kiss her with out objection.
".harry." she whispered in her slumber.
The sky was already a replaced the reds and oranges of dusk with the indigo night and the shimmer of the Milky Way. The mellow wind started to carry the gardens sent toward him.
It was the sweet, potent sent of Topaz perfume.
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The Duel (Ron's Story)
By: Fighta Malcolm Cross
Rated:PG-13 For Lang.
7:15 p.m Sunday
"Checkmate."
Ron only understood two things about the female race:
Smell Nice. Soft.
Thanks to his father's sperm, Ron only had one sister out of the six children his parent's conceived and he refused to look at her as anything but a sister, thank you very much.
But, as he saw her leave with the soft flutter of the black, shapeless robes disappear away behind the picture of the Fat Lady, he new something was wrong. He saw that often as they grew up at Hogwarts together. Her anger and frustration at world for not being able to or just flat out refusing to understand her loves and obsessions. She often met a prejudice that no one really understood, just tried to accept. She met it until she just couldn't stand it and left. It was almost a monologue in some old forgotten play she was used to playing. But this feeling of quite abandonment of him and his friend Harry. this. this was new.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron finally said out loud.
"Who? Hermione?"
"Yeah, she's been distant lately."
Harry smiled an old, modest smile that told he knew more then the rest in his company. Something he developed from Dumbledore in his study at Hogwarts.
"I thought you liked it when she was gone, Ron. Change of heart?"
"Shut up. You know it as well as me ever since last year she's been distant from us. At first I thought it was because of Krum but now. I'm not so sure. I'm going to talk to her. Give me the map so I can find her. Last thing I need is running around like a git looking for her."
"Here," Harry said pulling out the old parchment from his cloak pocket. "Want me to go with you?"
"No. she might think we're ganging up on her," he replied with a look down the hall reaching
He stood up a little more stiffly, with no one to bend over slightly to reach, he looked impressive and confident, He smooth out his robes before he nodded good-bye to Harry and while walking away, took out his wand, tapped the parchment and said:
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
7:25 P.M
The now familiar map appeared before him and the dot that represented Hermione moving slowing out in the garden next to the lake.
He walked off hiding the parchment and going down the many corridors and staircases of the Hogwarts. Every now and then a Professor would stop him and asked where he was going and he would say that he had to go speak to the Head Girl of the Griffindor house because he was having a little argument over the rules of the Common room and they needed her to settle them. It seemed to satisfy them enough until he ran across Professor Snape.
"I somehow doubt that Mr. Weasley, that you would be interested to know what are the rule considering all you do is break them. You were always a troublemaker since you first year, always. Same as your brothers, I'm surprised Ginny hasn't taken after you. You're already in detention for dueling tomorrow, don't think I wouldn't add more."
"Sir, I'm trying to change my ways.honestly."
God Ron, he thought to himself, how full of crap are you? .
Snape's eyes narrowed. "It wouldn't be intelligent of you to humor me, Weasley. I don't take well to people lying to me. If I catch you breaking any more rules you're expelled. Don't doubt that for a minute."
7:45 P.M
Ron said his "yes sirs" enough to satisfy Snape ego and left quickly but quietly. Trying to look like a guy who was sure where he was and why as he finally reach the doors that let to a garden of magical plants that smelled exactly what you wanted them to smell like. Ron walked by smelled a sent that made him feel embarrassed and happy at the same time, female. It smelled like a female. More specifically a perfume called Topaz that Hermione bought in London, which reminded Ron of wildflowers. Because that who he was looking for tonight. It Usually the sent was an exotic French perfume that Fleur Delacour often worn to torment the males with lust long after she was gone. So far it work, Ron hadn't seen her since she went to Italy with her boyfriend seven months ago.
The sunlight graced the hills as it was already bowing down from this part of its stage. He pulled out the map once more and saw Hermione was moving fast toward his direction and three other dots chasing after her.
Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy.
He quickly tapped the mapped and whispered "Mischief managed" before sprinting off.
"Hermione! Hermione!?!" He yelled out toward the direction.
Other then the rustle of the wind in the bushes, silence.
"Herimone! Damn it! Where the hell are you!" He yelled panicky out into the air. His lungs breathed gas fumes, his heart was pumping battery acid, the icy December winds punctured his bare skin, his throat was a fucking desert, and every part of his entire body was tearing apart as he blasted through the garden screaming out her name but he didn't really notice. He mind was focused at the burning thought that Hermione was out numbered and alone.
"...JUST TO WATCH HER SCREAM, WEASLEY, JUST TO FUCKING WATCH THAT MUD-BLOOD SCREAM." Malfoy voice drifted across his mind with that damned grin on his pale face.
He finally left the cover of the garden and into the plains and saw the object of his search. Hermione, in a stance that declared war on the blond, Slytherin bastard staring directly at him in a deviance she develop over the years. Her wand out stretched holding on to her wand and her pride.
"Back off Malfoy!" she yelled from her stance. "There's no way in hell Dumbledore will let you stay here if you're caught trying to pick a duel with me! Not only that but face it, I can kick you ass at this! We're not kids anymore!"
"Hermione!" screamed Ron. "Are you okay?" he breathed steam from his burning lungs.
"Of course, what am I? A rookie?"
"Well."
"Shut up! This is between me and the bitch, Weasley!"
"I really don't give a damn Draco! She's right, we're not children. There's no one here to impress except your lackeys and God knows that they'll impressed by the fact you can breathe. Another time!"
"Fuck you! This ends now"
"Your right, Malfoy," Hermione said in a cold calculated voice. "This ends now."
She closed her eyes and pointed her wand toward the lake while the energy inside her and the wand seem to increase in strength. A hidden power seem to build inside of her that seem to affect the air around her as the wind grew stronger
" ~AQUA. DRACO.LEVIATAN~!!!"
The water of the lake swelled and twisted as a form came forth from the surface.no it was the surface. The water took shape, depth, and fury of a dragon's head and long neck. More started to come out. It didn't scream or roar, it didn't have to, the sheer magnitude of the ability of Hermione's power was impressive enough to make a demon of water with no way of killing it. There was no such destruction of a beast with no real heart or mind. Just a puppet, the deadliest puppet they have ever ran across in their short, and now seemingly pathetic lives.
"Don't make me kill you Malfoy." Hermione said in a distant voice. "Leave right now, never mention this, and you shall live."
Ron stood with his knees buckling underneath him, absolutely impressed and terrified of the beast. "Oh my God." he muttered stupidly to himself.
Malfoy and his morons didn't need anymore warning then that. They sprinted for their lives into the castle, leaving all pride and impressions of being bad-asses behind.
As soon as they entered Hermione's dragon broke apart and splashed down creating strong waves among the water. She looked at the water as it slowly started to make only ripples in the surface then calmed, as if it never even existed in the first place. Slowly, she turned to Ron and smiled an exhausted smile.
"Heh.fooled them." She managed to whisper just before she dropped her wand and collapsed.
8:07 P.M
Ron watched her fall for a split second before catching her. She was the one that seemed like a child now. He gently placed her down on the grass so she could rest. Taking her wand, he snapped back from it, the heat was almost enough to burn into his hand. He waited a moment then reached out for it again and the wand seemed to cool and placed it in his pocket.
He looked around and spotted Hagrid's cabin and frown. Hagrid was away tonight going over some paper work to bring god knows what back for Care of Magical Creatures class.
Ron looked back over Hermione for a moment. She was so different from the way she was along time ago. She hardly spoke and watched the world go by. The only thing that didn't change was her passion for learning. But now she never pressed it upon him or Harry. She been acting so solemn and tired ever since November two years ago.about the same time as.Harry and Cho started going out...
"Oh Jesus, Hermione, that's why? GODDAMIT! YOU COULDN'T EVEN HAVE TOLD ME!?!.. I thought I was your best friend. you couldn't even have told me?"
She stirred but did not wake.
He felt so empty watching her. Lying there so helpless and frail, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"No wonder you've changed. Mum told me once that a heart could die if it's not aloud to love someone. Is that what's happening to you?"
He picked her up tenderly in his arms and carried her slowly back to the castle.
"Don't let your heart die, Hermione. Please don't. I don't think you ever noticed but I love you." He whispered to her, his faced red with sadness and anger.
He looked at her and leaned to place his lips on her forehead, realizing that maybe that was the only time he could kiss her with out objection.
".harry." she whispered in her slumber.
The sky was already a replaced the reds and oranges of dusk with the indigo night and the shimmer of the Milky Way. The mellow wind started to carry the gardens sent toward him.
It was the sweet, potent sent of Topaz perfume.
