Notes: I really hope you guys can understand that when writing a story like
this one in a new year you pretty much have to make up your own spells as
well as stay accurate to the ones created! That's what I did in the last
chapter and probably will in chapters to come.
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Chapter 5
Words from the Snake
Weeks went by and the story of Hermione's attack had faded. Once a rumor had appeared the Ron and Hermione were dating. Hermione simply blushed and denied while Ron accidentally over-reacted. He didn't want anyone to know that he kind've fancied her...
When October rolled around the first Quidditch practice came along. Ron used Harry's broom polish to clean his handle and he combed the straws that stuck out the end. Ron bragged about how close the Bulgarians came to winning the World Cup that year.
The headed onto the pitch that cool Saturday morning shivering in their robes. Ron clutched his hands under his arms as they trembled from the icy air.
Angelina had come up with several clever new plays over the summer. They managed to practice two of them and Ron had greatly improved over the summer. He dove faster and her hands were stronger. The team thought it had quite a bit to do with winning the cup last year.
Harry was on the team again. The 'High Inquisitor' had lifted his life-long ban at the end of last year. They were all a little bit shaky at first but soon got a good hold on themselves.
Harry spotted them first, hiding behind one of the stands. Draco held a pair of binoculars and Crabbe scribbled things down on a notepad, occasionally crossing out what he had wrote and re-writing it carefully. Harry flew over to Ron and told him of them. Ron looked down at them, wondering in a panic what to do.
'We need to keep everything as real as possible.' he said. 'Pretend your doing really bad so they think things will be the same as last year.' still looking at them, Ron nodded.
Practice ended soon after that, the frustrated players grew distracted by Ron's pathetic attempts. Some moaned and said he was doing so well earlier, which made Harry wince. They were all damp but not muddy like they would be on a rainy day. Harry and Ron waited until everyone left before heading around the stands to meet up with Malfoy and his Cronies.
'Have fun watching us, did you?' asked Harry as they rounded the corner on them. Malfoy turned towards them slowly, smirking.
'Almost as much fun as I will have when we kill you in the first game.' he laughed.
'You sure about that?' asked Ron, taking a step forward. 'I mean, who's holding the Quidditch Cup this year?' Malfoy's grin faltered.
'Luck was on your side, Weasley.' he hissed, almost like a snake. 'This year, those who have the ability for power will triumph: as they should.'
'Power of what?' asked Harry. 'Greed? Shame? Blood spill? The last time I checked, Malfoy, those were the only words that could be used to describe your family.' Ron could see the veins popping out of Malfoy's neck and he couldn't help but smile at his friend's comeback.
In a second Malfoy has his wand out and it was pointed at Harry's face. 'Stu-' Ron was right behind him and aimed his wand at him.
'Petrificus totalus!' he cried. Malfoy suddenly stood rigid and a strange frost covered his body. Frozen like a rock he toppled over, his wand snapping in two: one piece in his hand and the other sliding along the grass.
Crabbe and Goyle were gone like lightening. Ron simply lowered his wand and looked down at the stunned Slytherin.
'He deserved it.' he muttered. Harry sighed and started heaving him upwards. 'What are you doing?'
'We'll take him to the hospital wing.' he replied, ignoring Ron's shocked expression. 'We can't just leave him here.' Ron couldn't find an argument so he just offered minimum effort.
Crabbe, Goyle, Snape and Pomfrey met them halfway. Ron wished they had picked a different teacher, any different teacher. He couldn't think of a worse punishment then to see the glaring stare of Severus on him again.
Malfoy was carried to the hospital wing in silence. Snape commanded Ron and Harry to stay outside. They were there for half an hour until a furious Snape came out.
'You're lucky, Ronald.' he said, glaring arrows at Ron. 'Malfoy will recover, but it will be painful for him. For once you have not bungled up the spell so that restore is lost. As for you,' he turned on Harry. 'You will not speak to my pupil in such a harsh and accusing manner! A Slytherin is honorable and would never spy on a rival team!' Ron could tell by the glint in his eyes that he knew what Malfoy was up to in the first place. He felt desperate to protest on Harry's behalf but kept his mouth shut.
'You will both receive detention for assaulting one of my house and threatening the others. Since I am busy tomorrow evening: Potter, you will meet with Filch tonight. Weasley, you will be with Everest.' for once, Ron was relieved at the thought of detention. If Everest was as good at that as he was with class, it ought to be a snap. In a moment he forget that Snape said Crabbe and Goyle accused them of threats.
*
The next night there was a lot of homework to do and Ron knew it would be difficult to complete it with detention. The more he thought about it the more he worried. Finally, he came to a breaking point.
'Hermione,' he said. Hermione looked up from her work, her bright eyes shining and her hair swaying. For a fleeting, moment, Ron was mesmerized.
'Ron?' she asked. 'What is it?' Ron blinked hard and forced the question out:
'Can you help me with my homework?' he said it so quickly that he didn't think Hermione caught it. Instead of asking for a pardon she rolled her eyes.
'Can't you do it yourself?' she asked angrily. Her face looked harsh and annoyed.
'Please? I have detention tonight and I can't-'
'You always have an excuse!' she muttered. 'Why do you have detention?' Ron looked away suddenly ashamed.
'I assaulted Malfoy when he threatened Harry.' he replied slowly. Hermione's eyebrows raised and her mouth opened.
'Oh. Well... ah... I suppose I could do some of it then.' Ron looked up. It was his turn to be surprised.
'Really?' he asked, perplexed.
'Yes, but none of your Divination projects!' Ron grinned ear to ear.
'Thanks, Hermione.'
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Chapter 5
Words from the Snake
Weeks went by and the story of Hermione's attack had faded. Once a rumor had appeared the Ron and Hermione were dating. Hermione simply blushed and denied while Ron accidentally over-reacted. He didn't want anyone to know that he kind've fancied her...
When October rolled around the first Quidditch practice came along. Ron used Harry's broom polish to clean his handle and he combed the straws that stuck out the end. Ron bragged about how close the Bulgarians came to winning the World Cup that year.
The headed onto the pitch that cool Saturday morning shivering in their robes. Ron clutched his hands under his arms as they trembled from the icy air.
Angelina had come up with several clever new plays over the summer. They managed to practice two of them and Ron had greatly improved over the summer. He dove faster and her hands were stronger. The team thought it had quite a bit to do with winning the cup last year.
Harry was on the team again. The 'High Inquisitor' had lifted his life-long ban at the end of last year. They were all a little bit shaky at first but soon got a good hold on themselves.
Harry spotted them first, hiding behind one of the stands. Draco held a pair of binoculars and Crabbe scribbled things down on a notepad, occasionally crossing out what he had wrote and re-writing it carefully. Harry flew over to Ron and told him of them. Ron looked down at them, wondering in a panic what to do.
'We need to keep everything as real as possible.' he said. 'Pretend your doing really bad so they think things will be the same as last year.' still looking at them, Ron nodded.
Practice ended soon after that, the frustrated players grew distracted by Ron's pathetic attempts. Some moaned and said he was doing so well earlier, which made Harry wince. They were all damp but not muddy like they would be on a rainy day. Harry and Ron waited until everyone left before heading around the stands to meet up with Malfoy and his Cronies.
'Have fun watching us, did you?' asked Harry as they rounded the corner on them. Malfoy turned towards them slowly, smirking.
'Almost as much fun as I will have when we kill you in the first game.' he laughed.
'You sure about that?' asked Ron, taking a step forward. 'I mean, who's holding the Quidditch Cup this year?' Malfoy's grin faltered.
'Luck was on your side, Weasley.' he hissed, almost like a snake. 'This year, those who have the ability for power will triumph: as they should.'
'Power of what?' asked Harry. 'Greed? Shame? Blood spill? The last time I checked, Malfoy, those were the only words that could be used to describe your family.' Ron could see the veins popping out of Malfoy's neck and he couldn't help but smile at his friend's comeback.
In a second Malfoy has his wand out and it was pointed at Harry's face. 'Stu-' Ron was right behind him and aimed his wand at him.
'Petrificus totalus!' he cried. Malfoy suddenly stood rigid and a strange frost covered his body. Frozen like a rock he toppled over, his wand snapping in two: one piece in his hand and the other sliding along the grass.
Crabbe and Goyle were gone like lightening. Ron simply lowered his wand and looked down at the stunned Slytherin.
'He deserved it.' he muttered. Harry sighed and started heaving him upwards. 'What are you doing?'
'We'll take him to the hospital wing.' he replied, ignoring Ron's shocked expression. 'We can't just leave him here.' Ron couldn't find an argument so he just offered minimum effort.
Crabbe, Goyle, Snape and Pomfrey met them halfway. Ron wished they had picked a different teacher, any different teacher. He couldn't think of a worse punishment then to see the glaring stare of Severus on him again.
Malfoy was carried to the hospital wing in silence. Snape commanded Ron and Harry to stay outside. They were there for half an hour until a furious Snape came out.
'You're lucky, Ronald.' he said, glaring arrows at Ron. 'Malfoy will recover, but it will be painful for him. For once you have not bungled up the spell so that restore is lost. As for you,' he turned on Harry. 'You will not speak to my pupil in such a harsh and accusing manner! A Slytherin is honorable and would never spy on a rival team!' Ron could tell by the glint in his eyes that he knew what Malfoy was up to in the first place. He felt desperate to protest on Harry's behalf but kept his mouth shut.
'You will both receive detention for assaulting one of my house and threatening the others. Since I am busy tomorrow evening: Potter, you will meet with Filch tonight. Weasley, you will be with Everest.' for once, Ron was relieved at the thought of detention. If Everest was as good at that as he was with class, it ought to be a snap. In a moment he forget that Snape said Crabbe and Goyle accused them of threats.
*
The next night there was a lot of homework to do and Ron knew it would be difficult to complete it with detention. The more he thought about it the more he worried. Finally, he came to a breaking point.
'Hermione,' he said. Hermione looked up from her work, her bright eyes shining and her hair swaying. For a fleeting, moment, Ron was mesmerized.
'Ron?' she asked. 'What is it?' Ron blinked hard and forced the question out:
'Can you help me with my homework?' he said it so quickly that he didn't think Hermione caught it. Instead of asking for a pardon she rolled her eyes.
'Can't you do it yourself?' she asked angrily. Her face looked harsh and annoyed.
'Please? I have detention tonight and I can't-'
'You always have an excuse!' she muttered. 'Why do you have detention?' Ron looked away suddenly ashamed.
'I assaulted Malfoy when he threatened Harry.' he replied slowly. Hermione's eyebrows raised and her mouth opened.
'Oh. Well... ah... I suppose I could do some of it then.' Ron looked up. It was his turn to be surprised.
'Really?' he asked, perplexed.
'Yes, but none of your Divination projects!' Ron grinned ear to ear.
'Thanks, Hermione.'