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Summary: Ron's first class
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Ron was watching the clock. 9:57. About three minutes until he would be officially "healed." And then, class. He stared over his shoulder at the mirror, which was reflecting his bareback. Two nasty dark spots marked the fangs. He wondered how long he'd be able to keep the "bite" a secret from Harry. Everyone else he was sure he could fool, but Harry, well best friends had a way of knowing things about one another. Normally he'd be nervous about Hermione also, but he wasn't planning on talking to her anymore, not since... The Malfoy incidence.
Three seconds. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine. Ten o'clock. A sharp pain stung his back, the same pain that he had gotten when it had happened, and then, it was gone and the skin on his back had somehow melded together, leaving only two small white identical spots. He felt the power surge through him quickly and watched his eyes flash red in the mirror, and then, he was back to regular. Normal, old Ronald Weasley. He grinned in the mirror, except he wasn't normal, not anymore. And no one knew it, except the teachers, staff, and him. IT somehow left him feeling triumphant, the thought of tricking everyone.
He yanked his blue jumper on over his head, took water from the faucet and splashed it on his face and then left, setting out for the classroom Lupin had given him directions to. The corridors were empty of students as he made his way along them. He heard footsteps five minutes before seeing Filch and a heartbeat almost ten minutes before.
'Fresh blood,' His head said greedily. 'No,' The other side of him shouted and he got that sick sinking feeling again.
"What do you think your doing out of-" Filch cut off his eyes adjusting to the dim light, he made out whom it was. "Never mind," He muttered quickly, sidling up to the other side of the wall, as if trying to get as far away from him as possible. Ron felt a grin creep onto his lips. No one could control him.
"Early Mr. Weasley?" Lupin asked as he opened the door. Ron shrugged.
"I had a half hour to get here," He said peering in.
"Not really, I told the rest that the class would start at 10:15, figuring you'd be so anxious that you'd come early." Ron glanced at the muggle watch he'd gotten for his birthday from Hermione, making a mental note to smash it up after tonight and scatter the remains all over her dormitory.
"You were right," Ron said after reading that it was indeed 10:15. He peered into the classroom; four other people were seated there.
"Thought you said that there were three others," Ron said rethinking what Lupin had said the night before. One other vamp, a werewolf and a veela.
"There was another attack tonight," Lupin said seriously motioning towards a boy sitting slumped over with wolf-like ears sticking out of his sandy hair.
"Seamus?" Ron asked wide-eyed. He looked up.
"Just got attacked, two hours ago, Lavender and I went for a walk," He mumbled sounding miserable.
Ron took a seat in the only empty chair (the chairs were set up in a circle) looking at the others carefully and trying to put names to their faces.
"You all get acquainted with Ron, I've got to get him a uniform." Lupin said getting up and leaving the room, shutting the door lightly.
"Uniform?" Ron asked.
"For vampires, it's something you wear under your other clothes so that you aren't burned by the sun," A tall girl with long wavy auburn hair and pail skin explained. "I'm a vampiress," She explained, putting a hand out for him to shake, "Blaise Zabini." Ron shook her hand. She was staring at him directly in the eye, her eyes were smoky colored but then suddenly flashed red. She pulled her hand away abruptly adverting her gaze to the ground. "I was bitten last summer on a holiday to Scotland."
"I'm Gabriella Delacour, a veela, I sink ve met in your forth year, my third, vhen I came over for ze trivizard tournament, I tranzverred, last year," She said smiling in a soft way.
"So you need training on what?" Ron asked not looking directly at her eyes for fear she'd catch him in a daze.
"Vell, veelas aren't alvays like zis, vhen ve get angry ve can change into very unpleasant creatures," She explained.
"I'm a werewolf like Seamus," A boy Ron recognized as Justin Finch Fletchley said as if it were the most regular thing in the world. "Have been since the beginning of forth year." Ron gaped at him.
"Really?" He asked. Justin nodded.
"I went to spend the summer with one of my friends in Hufflepuff and I got bitten, he just got scraped up a bit," He explained. Lupin came in tossing a black shirt made of slightly shiny material and matching black pants at Ron.
"This what we call a fashion statement?" Ron said wryly holding up the clothes.
"That's what we call Vamp-wear, that you have to where, unless you want to turn into a pile of ashes in the light of the sun," Lupin replied, "Now, since we've all been acquainted, we'll start with mind control, Why are we starting with mind control?"
"Because if we can control our own minds, we can control our bodies," Justin answered.
"Correct." Lupin said grinning, "First set up across from someone, then you are to insult each other and we'll see who is the first to change."
"But professor, I don't know HOW to stop myself," Ron said nervously as Blaise pulled her chair in front of his and sat facing him.
"That is what your partner is for, when your partner starts changing you are to stop and wait for them to control themselves, eventually you will be able to tell when your going to change and be able to tell your body 'no' at which point you will be in complete control of your new instincts," Lupin explained.
"Just insults then?" Blaise asked.
"For today," Lupin said with a grin.
"What would we do other then insults?" Ron asked in a whisper. Blaise grinned,
"So you don't know what other feelings will make you change yet?" Blaise asked. Ron shook his head.
"What are they?" He repeated.
"You'll soon find out," She said before launching into a row of insults that managed to annoy him greatly until he felt the heat chorus through his body.
"Now stop," Blaise said grabbing his hand and rubbing it softly with the tips of her fingers.
"I bloody can't," He said feeling his teeth enlarging.
"You have to, just calm down, think of something peaceful, something serene, think of... the forest," She said Ron's eyes widened as he looked at her. How did she know about the forest? Her eyes flashed like they had before and she ripped her hand from his looking away form him. She took in a few deep breaths and looked back up, completely normal.
"There, see you did it," Blaise said smiling at him.
"I did stop changing, didn't I?" He muttered happily, "But what did you say about the forest?" He asked.
"I-I didn't say anything about the forest," Blaise said making a face at him.
"I could have sworn you-"
"Well, you were mistaken," She cut in sharply.
"All managed to maintain control I see," Lupin said smiling and nodding. "Even our two newest students," Lupin added, impressed.
"Well, it is a bit late, so for tonight that's all we'll do, tomorrow, will be a normal lesson unless there are anymore bites, and Ron and Seamus, you two are to check out of the library, 'Life After The Bite, A Study On Dark Creatures,' and read the chapters on your own species and the introduction. See you all tomorrow after dinner."
Ron picked up his note from Lupin saying he could check out the book, which did happen to be in the restricted section, and got his "uniform" and took them with him back to the Gryffindor boy's dorm.
"Can't believe it," Seamus muttered, "I'm a bloody monster, and I don't think Lavender will ever speak to me again..."
"What happened?" Ron asked in a whisper so as not to wake the other boys that were already asleep.
"I went mad, I couldn't help it, I tried to bite her, luckily Hagrid grabbed me," Seamus explained looking terrified at his own story. Ron shrugged it was the best he could do for something sympathetic, he had too much on his mind.
Hermione and Malfoy, Harry and Ginny, Blaise Zabini knowing about his obsession with the forest, or maybe his obsession had gotten worse, maybe he had really just imagined she'd said that. She acted different around him then any other girl he'd ever met, like she was afraid of him almost.
"Ron, wake up," It was Hermione, he had over slept and she was waking him.
"Go away," He mumbled in an almost incoherent way.
"Ron, we've got class in an hour, you want breakfast don't you?" Ron opened his eyes smiling at her softly.
"Ok," He muttered sitting up and stretching, Watching gave him this feeling all his energy rushing all over the place, anger rage, it was then that everything went back into focus. Hermione, Malfoy, Hermione, Malfoy, Hermione... "Get out," He muttered bluntly.
"Ron, please-"
"Look, Hermione, you have to leave right now," Ron said straining to stay calm.
"Can we just-?"
"NO!" Ron shouted his teeth painfully growing. Her eyes were wide, scared, she got up and ran out. "Damnit," Ron hissed at himself. He stumbled up onto his feet feeling lightheaded. Blood. "I need blood," He hissed to no one in particular he panted as he yanked his "uniform" shirt on over his head. He pulled the pants on next, they were soft, silky almost, it was strange, Ron wasn't used to clothes like that he was used to thick rough materials. He pulled a long sleeve T-shirt on over the black shirt and jeans on over the pants. Just as he was finishing someone knocked on the floor.
"Who is it?" Ron asked.
"Seamus,"
"Come in," Seamus came in holding a pewter goblet.
"Professor Lupin told me to bring this to you," He said holding the goblet out in front of him as if it were poison. Ron took the goblet from Seamus knowing already what was inside. Blood. He could smell it. He took it downing it quickly.
"Thanks," He murmured wiping his mouth. Seamus looked ill.
"No problem."
Summary: Ron's first class
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Control
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Ron was watching the clock. 9:57. About three minutes until he would be officially "healed." And then, class. He stared over his shoulder at the mirror, which was reflecting his bareback. Two nasty dark spots marked the fangs. He wondered how long he'd be able to keep the "bite" a secret from Harry. Everyone else he was sure he could fool, but Harry, well best friends had a way of knowing things about one another. Normally he'd be nervous about Hermione also, but he wasn't planning on talking to her anymore, not since... The Malfoy incidence.
Three seconds. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine. Ten o'clock. A sharp pain stung his back, the same pain that he had gotten when it had happened, and then, it was gone and the skin on his back had somehow melded together, leaving only two small white identical spots. He felt the power surge through him quickly and watched his eyes flash red in the mirror, and then, he was back to regular. Normal, old Ronald Weasley. He grinned in the mirror, except he wasn't normal, not anymore. And no one knew it, except the teachers, staff, and him. IT somehow left him feeling triumphant, the thought of tricking everyone.
He yanked his blue jumper on over his head, took water from the faucet and splashed it on his face and then left, setting out for the classroom Lupin had given him directions to. The corridors were empty of students as he made his way along them. He heard footsteps five minutes before seeing Filch and a heartbeat almost ten minutes before.
'Fresh blood,' His head said greedily. 'No,' The other side of him shouted and he got that sick sinking feeling again.
"What do you think your doing out of-" Filch cut off his eyes adjusting to the dim light, he made out whom it was. "Never mind," He muttered quickly, sidling up to the other side of the wall, as if trying to get as far away from him as possible. Ron felt a grin creep onto his lips. No one could control him.
"Early Mr. Weasley?" Lupin asked as he opened the door. Ron shrugged.
"I had a half hour to get here," He said peering in.
"Not really, I told the rest that the class would start at 10:15, figuring you'd be so anxious that you'd come early." Ron glanced at the muggle watch he'd gotten for his birthday from Hermione, making a mental note to smash it up after tonight and scatter the remains all over her dormitory.
"You were right," Ron said after reading that it was indeed 10:15. He peered into the classroom; four other people were seated there.
"Thought you said that there were three others," Ron said rethinking what Lupin had said the night before. One other vamp, a werewolf and a veela.
"There was another attack tonight," Lupin said seriously motioning towards a boy sitting slumped over with wolf-like ears sticking out of his sandy hair.
"Seamus?" Ron asked wide-eyed. He looked up.
"Just got attacked, two hours ago, Lavender and I went for a walk," He mumbled sounding miserable.
Ron took a seat in the only empty chair (the chairs were set up in a circle) looking at the others carefully and trying to put names to their faces.
"You all get acquainted with Ron, I've got to get him a uniform." Lupin said getting up and leaving the room, shutting the door lightly.
"Uniform?" Ron asked.
"For vampires, it's something you wear under your other clothes so that you aren't burned by the sun," A tall girl with long wavy auburn hair and pail skin explained. "I'm a vampiress," She explained, putting a hand out for him to shake, "Blaise Zabini." Ron shook her hand. She was staring at him directly in the eye, her eyes were smoky colored but then suddenly flashed red. She pulled her hand away abruptly adverting her gaze to the ground. "I was bitten last summer on a holiday to Scotland."
"I'm Gabriella Delacour, a veela, I sink ve met in your forth year, my third, vhen I came over for ze trivizard tournament, I tranzverred, last year," She said smiling in a soft way.
"So you need training on what?" Ron asked not looking directly at her eyes for fear she'd catch him in a daze.
"Vell, veelas aren't alvays like zis, vhen ve get angry ve can change into very unpleasant creatures," She explained.
"I'm a werewolf like Seamus," A boy Ron recognized as Justin Finch Fletchley said as if it were the most regular thing in the world. "Have been since the beginning of forth year." Ron gaped at him.
"Really?" He asked. Justin nodded.
"I went to spend the summer with one of my friends in Hufflepuff and I got bitten, he just got scraped up a bit," He explained. Lupin came in tossing a black shirt made of slightly shiny material and matching black pants at Ron.
"This what we call a fashion statement?" Ron said wryly holding up the clothes.
"That's what we call Vamp-wear, that you have to where, unless you want to turn into a pile of ashes in the light of the sun," Lupin replied, "Now, since we've all been acquainted, we'll start with mind control, Why are we starting with mind control?"
"Because if we can control our own minds, we can control our bodies," Justin answered.
"Correct." Lupin said grinning, "First set up across from someone, then you are to insult each other and we'll see who is the first to change."
"But professor, I don't know HOW to stop myself," Ron said nervously as Blaise pulled her chair in front of his and sat facing him.
"That is what your partner is for, when your partner starts changing you are to stop and wait for them to control themselves, eventually you will be able to tell when your going to change and be able to tell your body 'no' at which point you will be in complete control of your new instincts," Lupin explained.
"Just insults then?" Blaise asked.
"For today," Lupin said with a grin.
"What would we do other then insults?" Ron asked in a whisper. Blaise grinned,
"So you don't know what other feelings will make you change yet?" Blaise asked. Ron shook his head.
"What are they?" He repeated.
"You'll soon find out," She said before launching into a row of insults that managed to annoy him greatly until he felt the heat chorus through his body.
"Now stop," Blaise said grabbing his hand and rubbing it softly with the tips of her fingers.
"I bloody can't," He said feeling his teeth enlarging.
"You have to, just calm down, think of something peaceful, something serene, think of... the forest," She said Ron's eyes widened as he looked at her. How did she know about the forest? Her eyes flashed like they had before and she ripped her hand from his looking away form him. She took in a few deep breaths and looked back up, completely normal.
"There, see you did it," Blaise said smiling at him.
"I did stop changing, didn't I?" He muttered happily, "But what did you say about the forest?" He asked.
"I-I didn't say anything about the forest," Blaise said making a face at him.
"I could have sworn you-"
"Well, you were mistaken," She cut in sharply.
"All managed to maintain control I see," Lupin said smiling and nodding. "Even our two newest students," Lupin added, impressed.
"Well, it is a bit late, so for tonight that's all we'll do, tomorrow, will be a normal lesson unless there are anymore bites, and Ron and Seamus, you two are to check out of the library, 'Life After The Bite, A Study On Dark Creatures,' and read the chapters on your own species and the introduction. See you all tomorrow after dinner."
Ron picked up his note from Lupin saying he could check out the book, which did happen to be in the restricted section, and got his "uniform" and took them with him back to the Gryffindor boy's dorm.
"Can't believe it," Seamus muttered, "I'm a bloody monster, and I don't think Lavender will ever speak to me again..."
"What happened?" Ron asked in a whisper so as not to wake the other boys that were already asleep.
"I went mad, I couldn't help it, I tried to bite her, luckily Hagrid grabbed me," Seamus explained looking terrified at his own story. Ron shrugged it was the best he could do for something sympathetic, he had too much on his mind.
Hermione and Malfoy, Harry and Ginny, Blaise Zabini knowing about his obsession with the forest, or maybe his obsession had gotten worse, maybe he had really just imagined she'd said that. She acted different around him then any other girl he'd ever met, like she was afraid of him almost.
"Ron, wake up," It was Hermione, he had over slept and she was waking him.
"Go away," He mumbled in an almost incoherent way.
"Ron, we've got class in an hour, you want breakfast don't you?" Ron opened his eyes smiling at her softly.
"Ok," He muttered sitting up and stretching, Watching gave him this feeling all his energy rushing all over the place, anger rage, it was then that everything went back into focus. Hermione, Malfoy, Hermione, Malfoy, Hermione... "Get out," He muttered bluntly.
"Ron, please-"
"Look, Hermione, you have to leave right now," Ron said straining to stay calm.
"Can we just-?"
"NO!" Ron shouted his teeth painfully growing. Her eyes were wide, scared, she got up and ran out. "Damnit," Ron hissed at himself. He stumbled up onto his feet feeling lightheaded. Blood. "I need blood," He hissed to no one in particular he panted as he yanked his "uniform" shirt on over his head. He pulled the pants on next, they were soft, silky almost, it was strange, Ron wasn't used to clothes like that he was used to thick rough materials. He pulled a long sleeve T-shirt on over the black shirt and jeans on over the pants. Just as he was finishing someone knocked on the floor.
"Who is it?" Ron asked.
"Seamus,"
"Come in," Seamus came in holding a pewter goblet.
"Professor Lupin told me to bring this to you," He said holding the goblet out in front of him as if it were poison. Ron took the goblet from Seamus knowing already what was inside. Blood. He could smell it. He took it downing it quickly.
"Thanks," He murmured wiping his mouth. Seamus looked ill.
"No problem."
