Every time I close my eyes
A/N: Well since I havnt updated in a while I thought I'd give you guys two chapters. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: JK owns it all, i'm just a mere mortal...
'Ron, you wouldn't believe this!' Harry spat out thoroughly exhausted after he climbed through the portrait hole and spotted Ron playing a game of chess with Seamus.
'What Harry? What's the emergency? Is it you know who?' Ron exclaimed standing up and nearly knocking the chess set off the small wooden table.
'No Ron its not that! I'm quidditch captain!' Harry replied now panting slightly but grinning all the while.
'Wha? You are? Wow... Harry... that's great! Bloody hell! When did you find out?' Ron said now in a state of shock.
'Well, McGonagall told me. So my first act as quidditch captain is to hold a meeting to replace our missing team members', Harry said.
'Yes, sir Captain!' Ron replied giving Harry a small salute.
'Now Weasley', Harry started, adapting no doubt, Oliver Wood's tactic at running the Gryffindor quidditch team, 'tell everyone that there are tryouts on Saturday. All we need are three new chasers since we've still got Andrew Kirk and Jack Sloper for our beaters from last year. And I expect you to be there!'
'Course I will Harry! Now its my turn to help decide who gets in and who doesn't', Ron said, a smile playing on his lips.
'Great Harry! Congratulations!' Seamus exclaimed while picking up some of the dropped chess pieces, which were scurrying hurriedly towards the bottom of one of the couches.
'Thanks Seamus', Harry said.
'Hey we really should celebrate. Too bad Fred and George aren't here anymore to supply us with Butterbeer and stuff, but maybe I could owl them and see if I can sneak some in', Ron said.
'Yeah good idea. Make the most of free time while we still have it', Harry replied.
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'Now that we have left the serum to settle for a few days it's time to test it and see if you've learnt to follow instructions, which is one of the qualities you should have if you want to be in my N.E.W.Ts potion class next year', Snape uttered towards the end of their first Potions class after the weekend.
'Now lets see', he continued and eyed every student in class who seemed to have retreated slowly underneath their desks.
'Ah...Mr. Weasley, up here now!'
Ron looked up from the parchment he was scribbling on and gazed around at the rest of the class. Malfoy was sniggering in the corner, whispering something to Pansy. To his right, Neville had a frightened look plastered upon his face and was gripping the side of his desk firmly.
'Now Weasley now!' Snape shouted even more loudly.
Feeling sick, Ron stood up then walked briskly towards the front of the room where Snape was fumbling through a few bottles containing different blue coloured liquids.
'Now, if Mr. Weasley has concocted this serum properly, which I have no doubt he hasn't, the effect would be instantaneous. He would still be himself, though when asked a question he would answer as honestly as he can without reluctance', Snape explained now uncorking the bottle and walking over to Ron who had turned as white as the Hogwarts ghosts. He was certain he'd be one of them soon anyway...
All eyes were on him as Snape took an eyedropper and dipped it in the potion.
"Bloody Snape! Why don't I put some in his drink and see what he thinks of it!" Ron thought.
With a last look as the now blurry looking class, Ron tipped his head back, let his tongue out and felt a drop of sweet tasting liquid fill his mouth. Instantly he felt an electric surge run though his body. Hesitating, he ran his right hand through his robes and thanked the high heavens that he hadn't dropped down dead like Professor Binns and not even know it.
'Mr. Weasley, if you will, please state your full name', Snape asked, now retreating from Ron as if his first word would trigger an explosion.
"Oh no! Don't say it!" a voice from somewhere in the back of his mind shouted.
'Ronald Bilius Weasley', Ron blurted out so fast he didn't even know it came out of his own mouth.
A few of the Gryffindors giggled, not a lot of them knew his middle name. The Slytherins on the other hand literally fell off their seats with laughter. Malfoy's eyes were filled with tears as he finally got up from the dungeon floor and sat back down in his seat.
"Great Bilius! Look at what you've gotten yourself into this time", the back of his mind reminded him.
Ron's ears turned red and he resorted to staring at the ground as if something there fascinated him.
'And what do you plan on doing after you finish Hogwarts?' Snape continued ignoring the laughter behind him.
Taking no notice of the voice at the back of his mind, Ron replied 'I want to be the keeper for the Chuddley Cannons.'
The whole class now roared with laughter. They all knew that the Cannons were prone to losing a fair few matches (ok... maybe almost all of their matches) and, while Ron is an excellent keeper, having him in their team would certainly be no help at all.
Hermione and Harry didn't join in to the laughter to Ron's relief. They stared at Snape with much disgust.
'Excuse me sir', Hermione's hand shot up in the air and didn't even wait for Snape to respond, 'I'm quite sure the whole class knows how the Veritaserum Potion works now'.
Snape diverted his gave from the now beetroot coloured Ron to an angry looking Hermione. To her utmost surprise, Snape gave her a forced smile, which seemed to have been because he had thought of something really sinister. They found out soon enough.
'Of course Miss Granger', Snape replied. Weird of Snape to be so... nice...
"Never thought I'd use the words Snape and nice in the same sentence" Hermione thought.
'Although, I do have one more question to ask Mr. Weasley'.
"I spoke too soon"
'Ah... you don't mind do you?' Snape asked turning to Ron.
'Of course I mind you great big twit!' Ron replied rudely to the class' amazement.
'Great! Glad to see it's still working', Snape smiled. 'Now... Mr. Weasley, I was wondering if you could tell me if you fancy someone... anyone... say in this class perhaps?' Snape added now looking down at Hermione.
"OH NO!" yelled voice in the back of Ron's mind.
Both students flushed a deep crimson.
'hmmineb' Ron exclaimed throwing his hands in front of his mouth. Luckily the serum seemed to be wearing off as he had control over most of his limbs.
'Mr. Weasley, kindly remove your hands from your mouth and answer the question!' Snape shouted.
Ron looked queasy but nodded a yes anyway.
Inevitability is hard to ignore!
Slowly, he took his trembling hands from his mouth and not even a second after, he heard himself say,
'Hermione!'
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