Disclaimer- the following chapter is based around "mudbloods and murmurs" from the CoS…owned by J.K Rowling (sob)…not me (sniff).
Chapter 7-Slugs, Detention and a crumpled tail.
One morning, a few weeks after the start of the school year, Ron woke up to find Harry's bed empty. Half asleep, he read the note that Harry had left on his trunk:
"Ron,
Have gone to Quidditch practise, yes Wood has lost his mind. See you later.
Harry."
Ron yawned and fell out of bed; the loud thud caused a snoring Neville to shift about uneasily. A little while later a fully clothed, albeit messily, Ron walked into the red and gold common room. Hermione was already awake and was reading 'One thousand magical Herbs'
"Morning" mumbled Ron, rubbing his eyes. "How can you read so earl-" his last word was cut off by an involuntary yawn.
"Hi Ron," she chirped. "Quite easily." Hermione was always wide-awake in the morning, Ron couldn't understand it.
It can't be a girl thing. He thought. Ginny is as bad as me, it must just be a Hermione thing.
"Harry not up yet?" she asked.
"Yeah, he's at Quidditch practise."
"Really? Wow it's a bit early isn't it."
"I could say the same about you studying." Ron smirked.
Hermione stuck her tongue out.
"Anyway he thinks Wood has lost his mind." He laughed, and then yawned.
"We should go down and watch." Suggested Hermione although she showed no signs of moving from the sofa, where Ron had just slouched next to her.
"Yeah we should…bu-" Ron yawned- again.
Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. Eventually she stood up and grabbed Ron's hand pulling him up…she was stronger than she looked. Ron blushed furiously and his heart started to beat a little faster.
"Right we are going now." She laughed.
Ron sighed. Anytime spent alone with Hermione was precious.
On the way down to the Quidditch pitch they stopped off at the Great Hall to pick up some breakfast for themselves: toast and marmalade. When they got to the pitch it was empty, save for Colin Creevey who was wandering around the stands taking pictures.
"They must have finished." Hermione observed. "We are too late, I blame you. Lazy." She added playfully.
Ron looked at her, she had a faint flush to her cheeks from the cold wind and her eyes had a twinkle that comes with youth and abundant health. He smiled to himself and blushed when he realised what he was thinking, she was one of his best friends but there was no way he liked her that much.
Hermione squinted. "Or maybe they haven't started yet, look" she pointed in the direction of the changing room door where a small Harry shaped figure had just appeared. He mounted his broom and sped towards them.
Hermione always enjoyed the time she spent alone with Ron; even if they were prone to petty squabbles.
"Aren't you finished yet?" called Ron who noticed that Harry was looking enviously down at his breakfast. Ron shoved it quickly into his mouth.
"Haven't even started." Came Harry's tired reply, before he sped off.
The remaining two were quiet for a while; Hermione taking delicate nibbles of her toast and Ron still munching on the slice that he'd easily put in his mouth, whole.
"'Mione, what the hell are Slytherin doing on the pitch?!" Ron stood up to get a better look.
"Lets go find out shall we?" she suggested and sped off down the steps. Ron followed easily taking two steps at a time.
It had turned out that the Slytherin team had a note from one "Slimy git Snape" as Ron referred to him. The note allowed them to use the pitch to train their new seeker. Draco Malfoy or "the smaller slimy git" as Harry later referred to him.
Draco Malfoy had made the mistake of calling Hermione a mudblood. This caused uproar and an unfortunate Ron to be hit by his own spell, causing him to spew slugs.
Severus had been watching the morning's events, with interest, from his office. He couldn't help but feel proud that he had been part of Ron's embarrassment. He chuckled sardonically to himself. Today was going to be a good day. He had spoken to Minerva five minutes previously and was quite pleased to hear that her golden boys were to have their detention tonight. It had taken a while for Minerva to think of a suitable punishment, despite Severus' best attempts to give her suggestions. Finally, she had decided to make Ron clean the silver in the trophy room by hand. Severus thought this a fair punishment, as Ron had probably never cleaned something the muggle way in his whole life. Also this meant that Severus' evening entertainment was already planned, being chased by Mrs Norris wasn't even going to put him off sneaking into the trophy room to watch Ron.
Harry would be helping Lockhart with his fan mail. Even Severus was astounded by how cruel Minerva could be. He couldn't understand why she wasn't in Slytherin.
I would not like to be in Harry's shoes this evening. H e thought, and a slight smirk came to his face.
Later on, Poofy was sitting outside the trophy room. Ron hadn't shown up yet, and thankfully neither had Mrs Norris.
Just like Ronald Weasley to be late. Severus would have sneered, if cats could sneer.
Ron suddenly came hurtling round the corner, almost stepping on Poofy's tail.
Watch where you're going you twit! Severus hissed at Ron, and followed him inside. Just in time to get his tail stuck in the door.
OUCH! Meowed Severus.
"Oops sorry cat didn't see you there." Ron apologised and opened the door again.
I swear that cat is glaring at me. Ron decided, and started to feel a little edgy. Reminds me of someone.
Severus sat watching Ron clean for a long time, he was hopeless just as he had predicted. Still with crumpled tail he eventually left Ron to finish, it was getting late after all and he had a class to teach next morning.
Back in his room, Severus was back in human form, sorting out work for his class the next day. Absent-mindedly he licked his hand.
Eurgh did I just do a cat thing?
Chapter 7-Slugs, Detention and a crumpled tail.
One morning, a few weeks after the start of the school year, Ron woke up to find Harry's bed empty. Half asleep, he read the note that Harry had left on his trunk:
"Ron,
Have gone to Quidditch practise, yes Wood has lost his mind. See you later.
Harry."
Ron yawned and fell out of bed; the loud thud caused a snoring Neville to shift about uneasily. A little while later a fully clothed, albeit messily, Ron walked into the red and gold common room. Hermione was already awake and was reading 'One thousand magical Herbs'
"Morning" mumbled Ron, rubbing his eyes. "How can you read so earl-" his last word was cut off by an involuntary yawn.
"Hi Ron," she chirped. "Quite easily." Hermione was always wide-awake in the morning, Ron couldn't understand it.
It can't be a girl thing. He thought. Ginny is as bad as me, it must just be a Hermione thing.
"Harry not up yet?" she asked.
"Yeah, he's at Quidditch practise."
"Really? Wow it's a bit early isn't it."
"I could say the same about you studying." Ron smirked.
Hermione stuck her tongue out.
"Anyway he thinks Wood has lost his mind." He laughed, and then yawned.
"We should go down and watch." Suggested Hermione although she showed no signs of moving from the sofa, where Ron had just slouched next to her.
"Yeah we should…bu-" Ron yawned- again.
Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. Eventually she stood up and grabbed Ron's hand pulling him up…she was stronger than she looked. Ron blushed furiously and his heart started to beat a little faster.
"Right we are going now." She laughed.
Ron sighed. Anytime spent alone with Hermione was precious.
On the way down to the Quidditch pitch they stopped off at the Great Hall to pick up some breakfast for themselves: toast and marmalade. When they got to the pitch it was empty, save for Colin Creevey who was wandering around the stands taking pictures.
"They must have finished." Hermione observed. "We are too late, I blame you. Lazy." She added playfully.
Ron looked at her, she had a faint flush to her cheeks from the cold wind and her eyes had a twinkle that comes with youth and abundant health. He smiled to himself and blushed when he realised what he was thinking, she was one of his best friends but there was no way he liked her that much.
Hermione squinted. "Or maybe they haven't started yet, look" she pointed in the direction of the changing room door where a small Harry shaped figure had just appeared. He mounted his broom and sped towards them.
Hermione always enjoyed the time she spent alone with Ron; even if they were prone to petty squabbles.
"Aren't you finished yet?" called Ron who noticed that Harry was looking enviously down at his breakfast. Ron shoved it quickly into his mouth.
"Haven't even started." Came Harry's tired reply, before he sped off.
The remaining two were quiet for a while; Hermione taking delicate nibbles of her toast and Ron still munching on the slice that he'd easily put in his mouth, whole.
"'Mione, what the hell are Slytherin doing on the pitch?!" Ron stood up to get a better look.
"Lets go find out shall we?" she suggested and sped off down the steps. Ron followed easily taking two steps at a time.
It had turned out that the Slytherin team had a note from one "Slimy git Snape" as Ron referred to him. The note allowed them to use the pitch to train their new seeker. Draco Malfoy or "the smaller slimy git" as Harry later referred to him.
Draco Malfoy had made the mistake of calling Hermione a mudblood. This caused uproar and an unfortunate Ron to be hit by his own spell, causing him to spew slugs.
Severus had been watching the morning's events, with interest, from his office. He couldn't help but feel proud that he had been part of Ron's embarrassment. He chuckled sardonically to himself. Today was going to be a good day. He had spoken to Minerva five minutes previously and was quite pleased to hear that her golden boys were to have their detention tonight. It had taken a while for Minerva to think of a suitable punishment, despite Severus' best attempts to give her suggestions. Finally, she had decided to make Ron clean the silver in the trophy room by hand. Severus thought this a fair punishment, as Ron had probably never cleaned something the muggle way in his whole life. Also this meant that Severus' evening entertainment was already planned, being chased by Mrs Norris wasn't even going to put him off sneaking into the trophy room to watch Ron.
Harry would be helping Lockhart with his fan mail. Even Severus was astounded by how cruel Minerva could be. He couldn't understand why she wasn't in Slytherin.
I would not like to be in Harry's shoes this evening. H e thought, and a slight smirk came to his face.
Later on, Poofy was sitting outside the trophy room. Ron hadn't shown up yet, and thankfully neither had Mrs Norris.
Just like Ronald Weasley to be late. Severus would have sneered, if cats could sneer.
Ron suddenly came hurtling round the corner, almost stepping on Poofy's tail.
Watch where you're going you twit! Severus hissed at Ron, and followed him inside. Just in time to get his tail stuck in the door.
OUCH! Meowed Severus.
"Oops sorry cat didn't see you there." Ron apologised and opened the door again.
I swear that cat is glaring at me. Ron decided, and started to feel a little edgy. Reminds me of someone.
Severus sat watching Ron clean for a long time, he was hopeless just as he had predicted. Still with crumpled tail he eventually left Ron to finish, it was getting late after all and he had a class to teach next morning.
Back in his room, Severus was back in human form, sorting out work for his class the next day. Absent-mindedly he licked his hand.
Eurgh did I just do a cat thing?