The Battle Of The Chicks:
Who Gets Ron?
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Author's Note: I'd like to thank Strawberri, for her wonderful comments and for being my first reviewer! THANK-YOU!
Hope you all like this chapter. It took me a short time to do.
Read 'n' Review!
Enjoy!
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Chapter 3:
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After her shocking speech, Lavender giggled loudly and ran swiftly out the Portrait Hole.
Harry looked on dumbfounded. "What the hell just happened?" he asked Hermione incredulously.
Hermione didn't answer, just kept staring at the book at her feet, stunned. Her eyes were unfocused and droplets of cold sweat glided down her face. She blinked back azure tears, her long curly eyelashes laced with crystal beads.
Harry stepped closer to her and draped his slim arm around her shaking shoulders. "Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked softly.
Hermione's head shot up. She focused her brown eyes into Harry's emerald ones. Harry could sense the fear, sadness and humiliation she was feeling by just gazing into her eyes.
She glared angrily at Harry, suddenly wrenching out of his grasp, shoving him harshly onto the red-and-gold carpeted floor. Harry fell onto the oak table, his shoulder striking the sharp edge painfully. He let out a yelp of agony, clutching his throbbing shoulder. He grit his teeth, trying with all his strength not to let his eyes fill and spill over with tears.
The entire common room went silent, watching in fear and shock. Seamus and Dean's jaws hung open and Neville's eyes were wide. Fred, who was flirting endlessly with Angelina, had gasped in surprise as Hermione had pushed Harry. George, who was locked in a passionate kiss with Alicia, had nearly fainted at the sight of Hermione almost making Harry cry in pain.
Harry glanced up to the furious Hermione, rubbing his aching shoulder and standing up. Tears were streaming down Hermione's face, her eyes bloodshot and swollen. The rage in Harry's head had disappeared, leaving only sympathy for her.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" His voice was a soft, soothing whisper.
She began to cry harder, releasing sharp gasps of sorrow in between sobs. "N-nothing! Just l-leave m-me alone!" she spat viciously.
Harry looked stunned as Hermione rushed past him, through the Portrait Hole and out of sight.
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Later that night, Harry sat up uncomfortably in bed, waiting for Ron to return to the Dormitories. It was midnight already, and there had been no sign of him since lunch. No, he didn't show up for dinner. Which surprised Harry. Whatever he was doing, it must be important.
Click. He heard the dorm door open. Snap. And close. He squinted through the darkness to see the thin outline of Ron.
"Psst, Ron! Over here!" Harry hissed through the heavy silence, afraid of waking his dorm mates.
The outline moved swiftly towards Harry's bed, dodging the various items of clothing and Hedwig's cage.
"What do you want, Harry?" Ron sounded extremely irritated.
"Where have you been?! It's midnight, Ron, honestly! What were you doing during dinner, huh? What was so important that you couldn't eat?!" Harry whispered furiously.
"Oh, man Harry! You're beginning to sound like my mom! What I was doing is none of you're business! Just leave me alone!" Ron shouted angrily. Harry heard Seamus mumble something. Neville groaned loudly from his bed in the corner. Dean had fully awoken, and had switched on his bedside lamp.
"Shut up you two! You just woke me from a dream involving some VERY sassy women! Don't do it again! Get some sleep!"
Ron glared at Harry. "No thanks, I think I'll go finish Snape's Potions Essay that was due two weeks ago in the Common Room." he spat bitterly. He spun on his heel and trudged out the door just as Dean's light flickered off.
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Harry awoke from a dreamless slumber at 2:00 am. It was raining outside, a gentle drizzle splattering against the window. Pale blue light shimmered across the dorm. Harry groaned and stretched his arms. He slumped back into his feathery pillow. He began to wonder what was up with Ron and Hermione. 'Why have they been acting so strange?' He pondered. 'Why are they angry with me?'
He glanced towards Ron's bed. Empty. 'He must still be in the Common Room.' he thought. 'Maybe I should go talk to him.'
Harry lifted himself from his bed, sluggishly walking towards the door, and quietly slipping out.
His night robes swept across the staircase as he descended down it. The fire was still crackling merrily in the fireplace, warming the entire room. The candle light spilled across the room, casting shadows around the furniture. Sprawled on the red sofa was a familiar form. Ron.
Harry carefully tiptoed forward, the floor creaking underneath his feet. He glided across the carpet until he met the sofa. Ron was fast asleep. His crystal blue eyes were shut, his thick ruby red hair chaotic, with stray locks of amber hair draped across his face. One leg dangled off the edge of the sofa, while the other lay outstretched diagonally against the cushions. His one arm was relaxed on the armrest, and the other arm lay across his stomach. His dark blue pajama shirt was slightly pushed upwards, revealing a pale, thin, muscular abdomen. His neck was slack and his head lolled on the armrest. In the hand of the arm that was resting across his somewhat bare stomach was a little piece of paper.
Extremely curious, Harry moved closer to the sleeping Ron and slowly reached his hand out towards the paper. He froze as Ron mumbled unclear words and stirred a bit. After Harry was sure that Ron had fallen back into a deep sleep, he extended his arm further to the paper. He almost grabbed it when he accidentally touched Ron's exposed stomach. The pale skin was cold and made Harry shudder. He anxiously held his breath, fearing Ron would awaken. But Ron just murmured more hazy words and pushed his arm up further, pulling the shirt up much more as well. Before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed a blood red scar across Ron's chest.
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Padma lay in her dorm in Ravenclaw silently. Tears gushed down her face, her body shook violently. She cried all night long. 'What have I done?!' she thought sadly.
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Do ya like it? Please review!
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Author's Note: I'd like to thank Strawberri, for her wonderful comments and for being my first reviewer! THANK-YOU!
Hope you all like this chapter. It took me a short time to do.
Read 'n' Review!
Enjoy!
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Chapter 3:
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After her shocking speech, Lavender giggled loudly and ran swiftly out the Portrait Hole.
Harry looked on dumbfounded. "What the hell just happened?" he asked Hermione incredulously.
Hermione didn't answer, just kept staring at the book at her feet, stunned. Her eyes were unfocused and droplets of cold sweat glided down her face. She blinked back azure tears, her long curly eyelashes laced with crystal beads.
Harry stepped closer to her and draped his slim arm around her shaking shoulders. "Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked softly.
Hermione's head shot up. She focused her brown eyes into Harry's emerald ones. Harry could sense the fear, sadness and humiliation she was feeling by just gazing into her eyes.
She glared angrily at Harry, suddenly wrenching out of his grasp, shoving him harshly onto the red-and-gold carpeted floor. Harry fell onto the oak table, his shoulder striking the sharp edge painfully. He let out a yelp of agony, clutching his throbbing shoulder. He grit his teeth, trying with all his strength not to let his eyes fill and spill over with tears.
The entire common room went silent, watching in fear and shock. Seamus and Dean's jaws hung open and Neville's eyes were wide. Fred, who was flirting endlessly with Angelina, had gasped in surprise as Hermione had pushed Harry. George, who was locked in a passionate kiss with Alicia, had nearly fainted at the sight of Hermione almost making Harry cry in pain.
Harry glanced up to the furious Hermione, rubbing his aching shoulder and standing up. Tears were streaming down Hermione's face, her eyes bloodshot and swollen. The rage in Harry's head had disappeared, leaving only sympathy for her.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" His voice was a soft, soothing whisper.
She began to cry harder, releasing sharp gasps of sorrow in between sobs. "N-nothing! Just l-leave m-me alone!" she spat viciously.
Harry looked stunned as Hermione rushed past him, through the Portrait Hole and out of sight.
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Later that night, Harry sat up uncomfortably in bed, waiting for Ron to return to the Dormitories. It was midnight already, and there had been no sign of him since lunch. No, he didn't show up for dinner. Which surprised Harry. Whatever he was doing, it must be important.
Click. He heard the dorm door open. Snap. And close. He squinted through the darkness to see the thin outline of Ron.
"Psst, Ron! Over here!" Harry hissed through the heavy silence, afraid of waking his dorm mates.
The outline moved swiftly towards Harry's bed, dodging the various items of clothing and Hedwig's cage.
"What do you want, Harry?" Ron sounded extremely irritated.
"Where have you been?! It's midnight, Ron, honestly! What were you doing during dinner, huh? What was so important that you couldn't eat?!" Harry whispered furiously.
"Oh, man Harry! You're beginning to sound like my mom! What I was doing is none of you're business! Just leave me alone!" Ron shouted angrily. Harry heard Seamus mumble something. Neville groaned loudly from his bed in the corner. Dean had fully awoken, and had switched on his bedside lamp.
"Shut up you two! You just woke me from a dream involving some VERY sassy women! Don't do it again! Get some sleep!"
Ron glared at Harry. "No thanks, I think I'll go finish Snape's Potions Essay that was due two weeks ago in the Common Room." he spat bitterly. He spun on his heel and trudged out the door just as Dean's light flickered off.
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Harry awoke from a dreamless slumber at 2:00 am. It was raining outside, a gentle drizzle splattering against the window. Pale blue light shimmered across the dorm. Harry groaned and stretched his arms. He slumped back into his feathery pillow. He began to wonder what was up with Ron and Hermione. 'Why have they been acting so strange?' He pondered. 'Why are they angry with me?'
He glanced towards Ron's bed. Empty. 'He must still be in the Common Room.' he thought. 'Maybe I should go talk to him.'
Harry lifted himself from his bed, sluggishly walking towards the door, and quietly slipping out.
His night robes swept across the staircase as he descended down it. The fire was still crackling merrily in the fireplace, warming the entire room. The candle light spilled across the room, casting shadows around the furniture. Sprawled on the red sofa was a familiar form. Ron.
Harry carefully tiptoed forward, the floor creaking underneath his feet. He glided across the carpet until he met the sofa. Ron was fast asleep. His crystal blue eyes were shut, his thick ruby red hair chaotic, with stray locks of amber hair draped across his face. One leg dangled off the edge of the sofa, while the other lay outstretched diagonally against the cushions. His one arm was relaxed on the armrest, and the other arm lay across his stomach. His dark blue pajama shirt was slightly pushed upwards, revealing a pale, thin, muscular abdomen. His neck was slack and his head lolled on the armrest. In the hand of the arm that was resting across his somewhat bare stomach was a little piece of paper.
Extremely curious, Harry moved closer to the sleeping Ron and slowly reached his hand out towards the paper. He froze as Ron mumbled unclear words and stirred a bit. After Harry was sure that Ron had fallen back into a deep sleep, he extended his arm further to the paper. He almost grabbed it when he accidentally touched Ron's exposed stomach. The pale skin was cold and made Harry shudder. He anxiously held his breath, fearing Ron would awaken. But Ron just murmured more hazy words and pushed his arm up further, pulling the shirt up much more as well. Before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed a blood red scar across Ron's chest.
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Padma lay in her dorm in Ravenclaw silently. Tears gushed down her face, her body shook violently. She cried all night long. 'What have I done?!' she thought sadly.
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Do ya like it? Please review!
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