A/N: Hey all! Now, did I keep you waiting long for this next chapter? I
told you I'd get it up soon. I really don't have much to say right now. I
think I pretty much said it all back at the last chapter. Well, to the
disclaimer again. I don't own the Harry Potter characters, and places. They
belong to J.K. Rowling. All those names you don't recognize most likely
belong to me. I'm not making money out of this. I'm writing this story for
everyone's reading enjoyment.
Now that's done with, here's chapter two.
Chapter 2: Rumble in the Compartment
"You said no? Why? Oh, the pretty hair, Harry! Does it not matter! And you had finally decided to tell me just now that you were crushing over her! I thought you were head over heels in love with Cho Chang that you'd never turn down an offer from her!" Ron screeched, jumping up and down on his Chudley Cannon decorated bed.
"Look, I'm still sorting out my feelings for Cho. How can I go out with a girl whose boyfriend died before my very eyes?" Harry asked. Ron stopped jumping on his bed.
"You didn't exactly see it happen, right? You just heard the curse, and saw him dead right there. It's not your fault. It's You-Know-Who's." Ron explained.
"But why do I still feel bad? Why do I still feel and see it all when I sleep? Why can't I think positively when I know I'm innocent? Ron, Voldemort's got me messed up, and that obviously wouldn't be fair to Cho!" Harry exclaimed.
"Don't ever say his name." Ron said sharply.
"Sorry, I'm just frustrated. You know that I want to go out with Cho!" Harry exclaimed again.
"Well, I don't know if you just turned down an open offer." Ron said.
"Ron, you're making it worse." Harry whined.
"But you know I'm right." Ron said. Harry huffed and flopped down onto his sleeping bag on the floor. Ron sighed as he looked down at his friend. He wanted to help Harry. He really did. But how could he? He had his own problems. He was about to do the biggest thing in his life...
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Ron lay awake in his bed in the early hours of the morning. He knew Harry was finally sleeping because he had suddenly stopped talking about Cho and You-Know-Who. Ron then heard a little peck at the window and quickly scrambled out of bed. He looked out the window and saw his beloved Mila waving at him from the front lawn. He then saw her eye the gnomes suspiciously. She had never been to the Burrow before. Ron usually snuck over to Mila's house and threw rocks at her window, but Mila decided to give him a break for it was their last day they'd see each other before school had started again.
All during summer, Ron and Mila had been...well, secretly dating. He had to keep it from his mother because Mrs. Weasley was a bit old fashioned when it came to girls...and a bit embarrassing. He had to keep it from Fred and George because they would just terrorize her. He just told them about her, but not that they were dating. He never told Percy because he was just too pompous to ever listen to him. Bill and Charlie were too busy. Ginny just wouldn't understand...or so he thought. And he couldn't tell his dad because Mr. Weasley would be too fascinated with Mila, for Mila was indeed a Muggle.
Ron never really thought about telling Harry. Harry was his best friend and all, but he thought that Harry had more important things to worry about. Harry had his own life that needed tending to. He was learning new things every day. He had to deal with Muggles, too. In a way, Ron feared that Harry would disapprove of his relationship with Mila the Muggle because of his experiences with them.
Ron then put a robe over his pajamas and slowly crept out of the room, making sure he didn't step on Harry, or wake up Pig, or Hedwig. Then, just as he was about to open the front door of the house, he heard a throat clear behind him. He spun around. Hermione.
He never thought about telling Hermione. Was now a good time? She had just caught him in the act. Well, not exactly. But she was standing there, watching him do whatever it is he is going to do. But he could always lie. She would never know. Would she even care? "Oh Ron, sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night just to see a girl! Oh Ron, how could you be so stupid! What if you got caught?" He could just imagine it happening, the facial expressions and all.
"What are you doing, Ron?" Hermione asked, her face stony. Ron's mind raced.
"What does it look like, Hermione? I'm going to get some air." Ron said.
"You could've just opened your window upstairs." Hermione said. Ron fidgeted. Mila was waiting.
"If I opened the window, Harry would be cold. It's called consideration, Hermione. And if you had any consideration, you would let me get my air and get it over with." Ron snapped.
"You're making it sound like it's a task." Hermione said.
"Why do you care?" Ron asked.
"Because I want air, too. May I join you?" Hermione asked. Hermione had made up her mind and was going to tell Ron the minute they got outside, exactly how she felt about him. She wasn't taking "no" for an answer. She was convinced Ron was going to let her go outside with him.
"NO!" Ron said, "Get air out of the backyard." Ron said.
"Why can't I go out with you?" Hermione asked. She then realized she should've rephrased that.
Ron made a face. What she said had sounded a bit out of the ordinary. "Why can't I go out with you?" This was Hermione here. What was he thinking? But, then again, what was she thinking?
"Look Hermione, just leave me alone. I need to think, okay?" Ron said, trying to make himself sound desperate, and to get rid of her at the same time.
Hermione huffed. Her plan had crumbled right before her very eyes. But, then again, why did she have to give in to him? She could always refuse. But he sounded so desperate..
"Fine then, I'll see you in the morning." Hermione said, and then turned and headed back up the stairs. Ron sighed as he saw her leave into the darkness. He then opened the door and ran out onto the lawn, jumping over gnomes, and then taking Mila into his arms.
"What kept you?" Mila asked as Ron put her back down on the ground. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his encounter with Hermione. He then wondered why she was acting so strange. If she did want air, like she had claimed, she should've went to the backyard, like he suggested. He figured she would've wanted air for she was staying with Ginny and Ginny's room had no windows. He then turned to Mila.
"I've got a friend over. She's being a pest. She almost didn't let me leave the house." Ron explained.
"She? You've got a girl that's a friend sleeping over at your house. Why can't I come over?" Mila asked. Ron shook his head at the thought of her coming over to the Burrow. She'd probably be flying in the air because of some of Fred and George's tactics. His mom would probably be asking her if Ron were treating her right. His dad would probably be interrogating her about the Muggle life. Ginny would be begging her to do some girl stuff with her. And, the worst of all, Percy would probably be boring her with his stupid life story.
"You don't want to come over." Ron said. Mila nodded, looking disappointed. "And besides, we both head off to school tomorrow. Well, I think when morning comes I won't be seeing you until the summer." Ron trailed as Mila nodded silently again. Ron then inhaled deeply. He was going to tell her. He's about to risk it all for the girl he thinks is right for him. "Mila, you might think this is weird, or I'm crazy or something, but I.." Mila looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "I'm a wizard." Mila's face fell, and she looked at him in disbelief.
"You're kidding, right? This is just some cruel joke. You're going to tell me you love me, right?" Mila asked. Ron looked at her like she was crazy and shook his head. "You're a wizard, yeah, whatever. Is this some lame excuse you came up with to try and break up with me?" Mila asked.
"NO! I am a wizard. I go to a wizarding school called Hogwarts, and I learn spells and everything." Ron explained. Mila rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. She was walking away. "MILA!" Ron called out. Mila looked over her shoulder. Ron had pulled his wand out of his pajamas. Mila looked at him quizzically and then headed over to him. She couldn't find the words.
"Is that a magic wand?" Mila asked. Ron nodded. "Can I touch it? Can I hold it?" Mila asked. Ron handed her the wand. She swished it around, making occasional sparks fly out. She smiled. "Cute wand, Ron. Where did you buy it? Spencer's?" Mila asked. Spencer's was a Muggle joke shop, but Ron had no clue what that place was.
"Spencer's? Uh...no. I bought this wand from Mr. Ollivander. He makes wands. You know, from unicorn tails and stuff like that." Ron said. Mila looked lost.
"Ron, are you okay? Did I wake you up a bit early?" Mila asked. Ron was tired of this. He then spotted a rock lying on the ground beside Mila's foot. He had an idea.
"Mila, I am a wizard, just watch." Ron said and then he pointed his wand at the rock beside her foot. "Wing-gar-drium Lev-io-saa." Ron had meant to use the Levitating Charm, but he didn't know that he had said it wrong. "Stupid wand." Ron said, wagging the wand and saying the spell over and over again.
"Ron, this is pathetic." Mila said.
But Ron was determined to show her.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Ron finally said in the correct way. And then he felt his feet leave the ground. He looked down and saw he was moving higher and higher off the ground. He didn't know that when he had said the spell correctly, his want was pointing at him and not the rock.
Mila screamed.
"You-you're-you're a wizard!" Mila screeched.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Ron said from high up. He then mumbled something under his breath and he fell to the ground. He then looked at Mila and saw that she had a look of pure horror on her face. She screamed again.
"Don't come near me! Don't come to say goodbye to me tomorrow! You...you...FREAK!" Mila screamed and then started running down the road back to her house. Ron watched as she ran, and occasionally looked back at him. Ron stood up.
"Does that mean it's over?" Ron called out.
"DON'T TALK TO ME!" Mila screamed and then she was gone.
"I guess that's a yes." Ron said quietly, and started back to the Burrow. Ron closed the front door behind him, quietly, and went to the kitchen for some water.
"I heard screaming." Ron spun around and saw Hermione at the kitchen table, sipping some water.
"Were you spying on me?" Ron asked frantically.
"No." Hermione said quickly, "I just went out to the back and to get some air, like you told me. I headed back in here for some water and then I heard screaming. I don't think it was you because it sounded very high pitch." Hermione said, putting her glass of water down.
"Why do you care?" Ron asked, taking a long swig of his water. He finished it in one gulp.
"I'm just concerned. Did you get attacked by one of the gnomes?" Hermione asked.
"I never get attacked by gnomes." Ron said as he started heading out of the kitchen.
"Then what was it?" Hermione asked.
"You never stop, do you?" Ron asked as he walking up the stairs. Hermione sighed and decided to let him be.
******
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat quietly together in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Harry was obviously sleepy, yawning every few seconds and nodding his head roughly to keep himself awake. But Harry wasn't sure why Ron or Hermione hadn't talked to him, more so each other. Harry couldn't take the silence any longer.
"I hope there's Quidditch this year." Harry declared loudly. Harry saw Ron's eyes light up at the sound of Quidditch. Hermione, on the other hand, rolled her eyes.
"I hope so, too. Say, you're going to need a new Keeper, too. I mean with Oliver Wood gone and all. And your team is going to need a new captain. Oh Harry, if you become captain, you could probably put me on the team as your new Keeper. I'm good at Quidditch. Just nobody's ever given me the chance to prove myself! Oh Harry, would you do that for me when you become captain?" Ron asked.
"Ron, I can't make any promises yet due to the fact that I haven't been appointed anything yet. Besides, I'm sure that someone else on the team is more worthy of being captain than I am." Harry said.
"Like who? Fred and George? C'mon Harry, if the two of them weren't Beaters, the wouldn't survive one minute on a Quidditch field!" Ron exclaimed.
"But there's Angelina Johnson. Alicia Spinnet. Katie Bell. All three of them are superb Chasers, and at least one of them is going to want to become captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Who wouldn't want all the fame and glory? I mean we did win the cup two years ago." Harry said. Ron huffed.
"Well, I heard from Fred, you know, Fred being Angelina's boyfriend and all, that Angelina is now Head Girl of the Gryffindor house. Then I heard from George, George being Alicia's boyfriend, that Alicia believes she has better things to do than yell at people to wake up in the morning. And lastly, Fred and George told me that Lee Jordan told them, he being Katie's boyfriend, that Katie doesn't want the responsibility of being captain. So...Harry, that eliminates everyone and leaves it to you." Ron said. Midway during his last statement, Hermione had gotten up and left the compartment, obviously not caring to hear about the fate of this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Before Harry could protest to anything Ron had just said, Ron had spoken up again.
"Harry, this has nothing to do with Quidditch, but I just kept going on to get Hermione to leave as soon as possible. Look, I'll make this quick. You know Mila, I never told you this either, but we kind of secretly dated over the summer. Well, we broke up last night because I told her I'm a wizard." Ron said and Harry looked at him quizzically. "Mila isn't a witch. She's a Muggle. Then I think I scared her off because after I told her and showed her my wand and levitated in front of her, she kind of ran off screaming. Now I don't know what to do because I've just told a Muggle that I'm a wizard. She could do anything, Harry. I gave her full proof. What if she goes and tells her parents? That will lead to them talking to my parents. Then my parents will find out I went out with a Muggle-"
"Weasel went out with a Muggle! You were that desperate Weasley, that you went out with the first person you saw, and never took it to account that she was a Muggle until now. Pity, pity Weasley. You probably would've been better off going out with that Mudblood, Granger. At least she's got some magic in her system." Malfoy drawled as he and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle laughed dumbly at Malfoy's remark.
"Shove it up your ass, Malfoy." Harry said coldly.
"Dating a Muggle is far more better than what you're doing. You've sunken so low as to dating that pug-faced Pansy Parkinson. My goodness Malfoy, she's just as hideous as you are." Ron said. Crabbe and Goyle laughed again, but then Malfoy glared at them and they stopped.
"And you're the one to talk, Weasley. I'm surprised you could get a witch or Muggle alike to ever go out with you. I mean look at you. Hand-me- down clothes, red hair, and more freckles than you've got brains, that's for sure, since you went out with a Muggle." Malfoy said and Crabbe and Goyle hooted with laughter.
"Would you please go away?" Harry asked. Malfoy sharply turned his head towards Harry.
"Aw, did crybaby Potty not get a girlfriend this summer? So Muggles can see right through you, too? You must feel bad, I mean Weasel went out with a Muggle, that's a start, and the Mudblood got Krum. You're just a reject I guess, Potter. If Voldemort were to spare your life, which I doubt, for you to get a girlfriend in return, you'd die because you'd never get one, even if your pitiful life depended on it." Malfoy drawled. Crabbe and Goyle were making the compartment shake from their jumping in laughter.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. First, Malfoy insulted Ron. Then, he insulted Hermione. Now, he was insulting Harry and bringing Voldemort into the subject. Harry watched on as Malfoy laughed along with Crabbe and Goyle to his own remarks. Malfoy's eyes were watering from laughing so much, and both Crabbe and Goyle looked like they were going to explode from no air inhalation. Then, finally Harry got out of his seat.
WHAM!
Harry socked Crabbe in his fat stomach. He then went to Goyle, and smacked his chubby face. And then he had Malfoy cornered. Malfoy looked scared, very scared. His eyes were bulging out of his head and he was moving around in circles, like a dog chasing his tail. Harry then grabbed the collar of Malfoy's robes and threw him against the other end of the compartment. Malfoy whimpered. He staggered to get up, but Harry pushed him back down.
"I'm sick-and tired-of you-making fun of my-friends. I've had- enough." Harry said, shoving Malfoy into one of the seats. Ron watched on in awe as Harry raised his fist and was about to punch Malfoy when..
"Hey, break it up!" pushing through Crabbe and Goyle was Angelina the Head Girl. "Already? Five points from both your houses!" Angelina declared. Harry sulked into his seat: this wasn't much of a start.
A/N: Ooh, Harry Potter has got a violent side. Who would ever think that Harry would turn to violence to get things off his chest? Oh well, I'd probably sock someone if they got on my nerves. C'mon, you know you would, too! Now that this chapter is done with, you know the next step: REVIEW! Review, review, review! Don't be shy! The next chapter should be up shortly. I just need to make a little more changes, and it'll be up and ready. But while you wait for me to upload it, REVIEW! Don't make me say it again! -Gryffindor Heiress
Now that's done with, here's chapter two.
Chapter 2: Rumble in the Compartment
"You said no? Why? Oh, the pretty hair, Harry! Does it not matter! And you had finally decided to tell me just now that you were crushing over her! I thought you were head over heels in love with Cho Chang that you'd never turn down an offer from her!" Ron screeched, jumping up and down on his Chudley Cannon decorated bed.
"Look, I'm still sorting out my feelings for Cho. How can I go out with a girl whose boyfriend died before my very eyes?" Harry asked. Ron stopped jumping on his bed.
"You didn't exactly see it happen, right? You just heard the curse, and saw him dead right there. It's not your fault. It's You-Know-Who's." Ron explained.
"But why do I still feel bad? Why do I still feel and see it all when I sleep? Why can't I think positively when I know I'm innocent? Ron, Voldemort's got me messed up, and that obviously wouldn't be fair to Cho!" Harry exclaimed.
"Don't ever say his name." Ron said sharply.
"Sorry, I'm just frustrated. You know that I want to go out with Cho!" Harry exclaimed again.
"Well, I don't know if you just turned down an open offer." Ron said.
"Ron, you're making it worse." Harry whined.
"But you know I'm right." Ron said. Harry huffed and flopped down onto his sleeping bag on the floor. Ron sighed as he looked down at his friend. He wanted to help Harry. He really did. But how could he? He had his own problems. He was about to do the biggest thing in his life...
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Ron lay awake in his bed in the early hours of the morning. He knew Harry was finally sleeping because he had suddenly stopped talking about Cho and You-Know-Who. Ron then heard a little peck at the window and quickly scrambled out of bed. He looked out the window and saw his beloved Mila waving at him from the front lawn. He then saw her eye the gnomes suspiciously. She had never been to the Burrow before. Ron usually snuck over to Mila's house and threw rocks at her window, but Mila decided to give him a break for it was their last day they'd see each other before school had started again.
All during summer, Ron and Mila had been...well, secretly dating. He had to keep it from his mother because Mrs. Weasley was a bit old fashioned when it came to girls...and a bit embarrassing. He had to keep it from Fred and George because they would just terrorize her. He just told them about her, but not that they were dating. He never told Percy because he was just too pompous to ever listen to him. Bill and Charlie were too busy. Ginny just wouldn't understand...or so he thought. And he couldn't tell his dad because Mr. Weasley would be too fascinated with Mila, for Mila was indeed a Muggle.
Ron never really thought about telling Harry. Harry was his best friend and all, but he thought that Harry had more important things to worry about. Harry had his own life that needed tending to. He was learning new things every day. He had to deal with Muggles, too. In a way, Ron feared that Harry would disapprove of his relationship with Mila the Muggle because of his experiences with them.
Ron then put a robe over his pajamas and slowly crept out of the room, making sure he didn't step on Harry, or wake up Pig, or Hedwig. Then, just as he was about to open the front door of the house, he heard a throat clear behind him. He spun around. Hermione.
He never thought about telling Hermione. Was now a good time? She had just caught him in the act. Well, not exactly. But she was standing there, watching him do whatever it is he is going to do. But he could always lie. She would never know. Would she even care? "Oh Ron, sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night just to see a girl! Oh Ron, how could you be so stupid! What if you got caught?" He could just imagine it happening, the facial expressions and all.
"What are you doing, Ron?" Hermione asked, her face stony. Ron's mind raced.
"What does it look like, Hermione? I'm going to get some air." Ron said.
"You could've just opened your window upstairs." Hermione said. Ron fidgeted. Mila was waiting.
"If I opened the window, Harry would be cold. It's called consideration, Hermione. And if you had any consideration, you would let me get my air and get it over with." Ron snapped.
"You're making it sound like it's a task." Hermione said.
"Why do you care?" Ron asked.
"Because I want air, too. May I join you?" Hermione asked. Hermione had made up her mind and was going to tell Ron the minute they got outside, exactly how she felt about him. She wasn't taking "no" for an answer. She was convinced Ron was going to let her go outside with him.
"NO!" Ron said, "Get air out of the backyard." Ron said.
"Why can't I go out with you?" Hermione asked. She then realized she should've rephrased that.
Ron made a face. What she said had sounded a bit out of the ordinary. "Why can't I go out with you?" This was Hermione here. What was he thinking? But, then again, what was she thinking?
"Look Hermione, just leave me alone. I need to think, okay?" Ron said, trying to make himself sound desperate, and to get rid of her at the same time.
Hermione huffed. Her plan had crumbled right before her very eyes. But, then again, why did she have to give in to him? She could always refuse. But he sounded so desperate..
"Fine then, I'll see you in the morning." Hermione said, and then turned and headed back up the stairs. Ron sighed as he saw her leave into the darkness. He then opened the door and ran out onto the lawn, jumping over gnomes, and then taking Mila into his arms.
"What kept you?" Mila asked as Ron put her back down on the ground. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his encounter with Hermione. He then wondered why she was acting so strange. If she did want air, like she had claimed, she should've went to the backyard, like he suggested. He figured she would've wanted air for she was staying with Ginny and Ginny's room had no windows. He then turned to Mila.
"I've got a friend over. She's being a pest. She almost didn't let me leave the house." Ron explained.
"She? You've got a girl that's a friend sleeping over at your house. Why can't I come over?" Mila asked. Ron shook his head at the thought of her coming over to the Burrow. She'd probably be flying in the air because of some of Fred and George's tactics. His mom would probably be asking her if Ron were treating her right. His dad would probably be interrogating her about the Muggle life. Ginny would be begging her to do some girl stuff with her. And, the worst of all, Percy would probably be boring her with his stupid life story.
"You don't want to come over." Ron said. Mila nodded, looking disappointed. "And besides, we both head off to school tomorrow. Well, I think when morning comes I won't be seeing you until the summer." Ron trailed as Mila nodded silently again. Ron then inhaled deeply. He was going to tell her. He's about to risk it all for the girl he thinks is right for him. "Mila, you might think this is weird, or I'm crazy or something, but I.." Mila looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "I'm a wizard." Mila's face fell, and she looked at him in disbelief.
"You're kidding, right? This is just some cruel joke. You're going to tell me you love me, right?" Mila asked. Ron looked at her like she was crazy and shook his head. "You're a wizard, yeah, whatever. Is this some lame excuse you came up with to try and break up with me?" Mila asked.
"NO! I am a wizard. I go to a wizarding school called Hogwarts, and I learn spells and everything." Ron explained. Mila rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. She was walking away. "MILA!" Ron called out. Mila looked over her shoulder. Ron had pulled his wand out of his pajamas. Mila looked at him quizzically and then headed over to him. She couldn't find the words.
"Is that a magic wand?" Mila asked. Ron nodded. "Can I touch it? Can I hold it?" Mila asked. Ron handed her the wand. She swished it around, making occasional sparks fly out. She smiled. "Cute wand, Ron. Where did you buy it? Spencer's?" Mila asked. Spencer's was a Muggle joke shop, but Ron had no clue what that place was.
"Spencer's? Uh...no. I bought this wand from Mr. Ollivander. He makes wands. You know, from unicorn tails and stuff like that." Ron said. Mila looked lost.
"Ron, are you okay? Did I wake you up a bit early?" Mila asked. Ron was tired of this. He then spotted a rock lying on the ground beside Mila's foot. He had an idea.
"Mila, I am a wizard, just watch." Ron said and then he pointed his wand at the rock beside her foot. "Wing-gar-drium Lev-io-saa." Ron had meant to use the Levitating Charm, but he didn't know that he had said it wrong. "Stupid wand." Ron said, wagging the wand and saying the spell over and over again.
"Ron, this is pathetic." Mila said.
But Ron was determined to show her.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Ron finally said in the correct way. And then he felt his feet leave the ground. He looked down and saw he was moving higher and higher off the ground. He didn't know that when he had said the spell correctly, his want was pointing at him and not the rock.
Mila screamed.
"You-you're-you're a wizard!" Mila screeched.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Ron said from high up. He then mumbled something under his breath and he fell to the ground. He then looked at Mila and saw that she had a look of pure horror on her face. She screamed again.
"Don't come near me! Don't come to say goodbye to me tomorrow! You...you...FREAK!" Mila screamed and then started running down the road back to her house. Ron watched as she ran, and occasionally looked back at him. Ron stood up.
"Does that mean it's over?" Ron called out.
"DON'T TALK TO ME!" Mila screamed and then she was gone.
"I guess that's a yes." Ron said quietly, and started back to the Burrow. Ron closed the front door behind him, quietly, and went to the kitchen for some water.
"I heard screaming." Ron spun around and saw Hermione at the kitchen table, sipping some water.
"Were you spying on me?" Ron asked frantically.
"No." Hermione said quickly, "I just went out to the back and to get some air, like you told me. I headed back in here for some water and then I heard screaming. I don't think it was you because it sounded very high pitch." Hermione said, putting her glass of water down.
"Why do you care?" Ron asked, taking a long swig of his water. He finished it in one gulp.
"I'm just concerned. Did you get attacked by one of the gnomes?" Hermione asked.
"I never get attacked by gnomes." Ron said as he started heading out of the kitchen.
"Then what was it?" Hermione asked.
"You never stop, do you?" Ron asked as he walking up the stairs. Hermione sighed and decided to let him be.
******
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat quietly together in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Harry was obviously sleepy, yawning every few seconds and nodding his head roughly to keep himself awake. But Harry wasn't sure why Ron or Hermione hadn't talked to him, more so each other. Harry couldn't take the silence any longer.
"I hope there's Quidditch this year." Harry declared loudly. Harry saw Ron's eyes light up at the sound of Quidditch. Hermione, on the other hand, rolled her eyes.
"I hope so, too. Say, you're going to need a new Keeper, too. I mean with Oliver Wood gone and all. And your team is going to need a new captain. Oh Harry, if you become captain, you could probably put me on the team as your new Keeper. I'm good at Quidditch. Just nobody's ever given me the chance to prove myself! Oh Harry, would you do that for me when you become captain?" Ron asked.
"Ron, I can't make any promises yet due to the fact that I haven't been appointed anything yet. Besides, I'm sure that someone else on the team is more worthy of being captain than I am." Harry said.
"Like who? Fred and George? C'mon Harry, if the two of them weren't Beaters, the wouldn't survive one minute on a Quidditch field!" Ron exclaimed.
"But there's Angelina Johnson. Alicia Spinnet. Katie Bell. All three of them are superb Chasers, and at least one of them is going to want to become captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Who wouldn't want all the fame and glory? I mean we did win the cup two years ago." Harry said. Ron huffed.
"Well, I heard from Fred, you know, Fred being Angelina's boyfriend and all, that Angelina is now Head Girl of the Gryffindor house. Then I heard from George, George being Alicia's boyfriend, that Alicia believes she has better things to do than yell at people to wake up in the morning. And lastly, Fred and George told me that Lee Jordan told them, he being Katie's boyfriend, that Katie doesn't want the responsibility of being captain. So...Harry, that eliminates everyone and leaves it to you." Ron said. Midway during his last statement, Hermione had gotten up and left the compartment, obviously not caring to hear about the fate of this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Before Harry could protest to anything Ron had just said, Ron had spoken up again.
"Harry, this has nothing to do with Quidditch, but I just kept going on to get Hermione to leave as soon as possible. Look, I'll make this quick. You know Mila, I never told you this either, but we kind of secretly dated over the summer. Well, we broke up last night because I told her I'm a wizard." Ron said and Harry looked at him quizzically. "Mila isn't a witch. She's a Muggle. Then I think I scared her off because after I told her and showed her my wand and levitated in front of her, she kind of ran off screaming. Now I don't know what to do because I've just told a Muggle that I'm a wizard. She could do anything, Harry. I gave her full proof. What if she goes and tells her parents? That will lead to them talking to my parents. Then my parents will find out I went out with a Muggle-"
"Weasel went out with a Muggle! You were that desperate Weasley, that you went out with the first person you saw, and never took it to account that she was a Muggle until now. Pity, pity Weasley. You probably would've been better off going out with that Mudblood, Granger. At least she's got some magic in her system." Malfoy drawled as he and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle laughed dumbly at Malfoy's remark.
"Shove it up your ass, Malfoy." Harry said coldly.
"Dating a Muggle is far more better than what you're doing. You've sunken so low as to dating that pug-faced Pansy Parkinson. My goodness Malfoy, she's just as hideous as you are." Ron said. Crabbe and Goyle laughed again, but then Malfoy glared at them and they stopped.
"And you're the one to talk, Weasley. I'm surprised you could get a witch or Muggle alike to ever go out with you. I mean look at you. Hand-me- down clothes, red hair, and more freckles than you've got brains, that's for sure, since you went out with a Muggle." Malfoy said and Crabbe and Goyle hooted with laughter.
"Would you please go away?" Harry asked. Malfoy sharply turned his head towards Harry.
"Aw, did crybaby Potty not get a girlfriend this summer? So Muggles can see right through you, too? You must feel bad, I mean Weasel went out with a Muggle, that's a start, and the Mudblood got Krum. You're just a reject I guess, Potter. If Voldemort were to spare your life, which I doubt, for you to get a girlfriend in return, you'd die because you'd never get one, even if your pitiful life depended on it." Malfoy drawled. Crabbe and Goyle were making the compartment shake from their jumping in laughter.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. First, Malfoy insulted Ron. Then, he insulted Hermione. Now, he was insulting Harry and bringing Voldemort into the subject. Harry watched on as Malfoy laughed along with Crabbe and Goyle to his own remarks. Malfoy's eyes were watering from laughing so much, and both Crabbe and Goyle looked like they were going to explode from no air inhalation. Then, finally Harry got out of his seat.
WHAM!
Harry socked Crabbe in his fat stomach. He then went to Goyle, and smacked his chubby face. And then he had Malfoy cornered. Malfoy looked scared, very scared. His eyes were bulging out of his head and he was moving around in circles, like a dog chasing his tail. Harry then grabbed the collar of Malfoy's robes and threw him against the other end of the compartment. Malfoy whimpered. He staggered to get up, but Harry pushed him back down.
"I'm sick-and tired-of you-making fun of my-friends. I've had- enough." Harry said, shoving Malfoy into one of the seats. Ron watched on in awe as Harry raised his fist and was about to punch Malfoy when..
"Hey, break it up!" pushing through Crabbe and Goyle was Angelina the Head Girl. "Already? Five points from both your houses!" Angelina declared. Harry sulked into his seat: this wasn't much of a start.
A/N: Ooh, Harry Potter has got a violent side. Who would ever think that Harry would turn to violence to get things off his chest? Oh well, I'd probably sock someone if they got on my nerves. C'mon, you know you would, too! Now that this chapter is done with, you know the next step: REVIEW! Review, review, review! Don't be shy! The next chapter should be up shortly. I just need to make a little more changes, and it'll be up and ready. But while you wait for me to upload it, REVIEW! Don't make me say it again! -Gryffindor Heiress
