Title: The Potter Game
Author: Randomly Various
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the plot of this story. (And the uber cool House Elves)
Notes: It's freezing in here, I need to turn down the stupid air conditioning. And by the way, if you haven't yet, please read my other fic "A Time Soaked with Blood" because it's totally better than this one. Totally.
Chapter Ten: For Risk of Ear Drum Damage
"The answer is... 'Nomi, Wexler, and Dipsy the House Elves.' Yes!" Remus almost jumped out of his seat in glee, Camellia grinned widely. The others groaned and Draco gave Hermione a murderous look to which she just shrugged at and mouthed, 'It was your answer anyway.' Remus read the rest of the letter, "Okay.. So..'You will get your clue from Nomi. Tomorrow, the second riddle will be on the table. Have a good night.' Alright, let's go Camellia." he said, standing up and putting the envelope down. Camellia stood up and followed him.
"That's nuts, we're supposed to know who the house elves are?" Ron asked. Harry snickered at the look Hermione gave to this. In the kitchen, Nomi was smiling and giving Remus another envelope.
"Good job, sir and madam!" Wexler squeaked. Camellia patted his head.
"Thank you, but it was really all Remus here, he's the brains." she joked. Remus smiled and opened the envelope. He pulled out a piece of parchment and looked at it. There was nothing on it but a single word, "Love."
"What is this supposed to mean?" he asked as Camellia looked at the piece of parchment. She shook her head and sighed.
"I have no idea."she said, "We'll have to win the clue tomorrow I guess."
"That we will." he said, and they left the kitchen, going back to the Dining Room where everyone was at their rope's end with each other.
"Why the bloody hell did you think it was my family, Weasley?! It's not like our house is a mess, though I couldn't say the same for you. You know how I knew it wasn't you, Weasel? 'Cause it said three, and I know how your mum and your dad keep poppin' them out there like rabbits–or weasels, for that matter." Draco was standing up, his face not its normal color and was screaming at the top of his lungs at Ron. Ron looked just as furious, if not more. His face was as red as a firetruck.
"You knew how I knew it could've been you, ferret-head?! Because your dad. Yeah, that's right, little Daddy Death Eater. You-Know-Who's right hand man." No one was surprised at this except Trelawney, however.
"How dare you speak of my family like that when you know yours isn't worth anything! Well, maybe you could sell them for a sack of shit, but I'm sure the seller would bring up quite a fit." At this, Ron's fist flew forward and smacked so hard into the side of Draco's face that Harry was sure he heard a 'Crack'. Blood rushed out from Draco's nose and his mouth. He looked like he could murder Ron. Harry restrained Ron as best as he could and Remus grabbed Malfoy before he could do anything.
"You boys need to stop this! Stop this now!" Remus's voice boomed louder than anyone had ever heard Snape yell. This surprised them all and they all stopped what they were doing and stared long and hard (And no doubt frightened) at the man. "This is crazy, and you two know it!" Things slowly picked back up, Ron's face still red and Draco's still discolored.
"Let's go to bed, Draco." Hermione said, trying to lead Draco out the door.
"So what, you're on his side now?!" Ron screeched at Hermione, saying 'his' as if it was a repulsive word that he never wanted to leak from his lips.
"No, Ronald Weasley, I am not. I am on no one's side because Lupin is right, what you both just did was foolish!" she said.
"What about all the things he's done, Herm? All the times he's called you 'Mudblood'?! And now you stick up for him! What's gotten into you?!" Ron looked as if Hermione had shot a dagger through his heart.
"Nothing has gotten into me!" she screamed, "He's my partner, first of all! And second of all, it makes no sense to fight like this and you know it, Ronald!"
"MY NAME IS NOT RONALD!" if Ron and Lupin had entered a loudest voice contest, Ron would have gotten second by a loss of .2 in the score. Tears splashed down Hermione's face as she roughly grabbed Draco-who was still bleeding-and rushed out of the door. Ron took many deep breaths and looked at Harry. "I'm right, aren't I?" Harry only shrugged.
"I guess." he said. Ron nodded and sighed, slumping down in his chair again. Neville and Luna exchanged looks, however neither surprised that it had went on, both knowing the nature of Draco and Ron's tempers. But they were very surprised at Ron and Hermione's fight. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be the last either.
Author: Randomly Various
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the plot of this story. (And the uber cool House Elves)
Notes: It's freezing in here, I need to turn down the stupid air conditioning. And by the way, if you haven't yet, please read my other fic "A Time Soaked with Blood" because it's totally better than this one. Totally.
Chapter Ten: For Risk of Ear Drum Damage
"The answer is... 'Nomi, Wexler, and Dipsy the House Elves.' Yes!" Remus almost jumped out of his seat in glee, Camellia grinned widely. The others groaned and Draco gave Hermione a murderous look to which she just shrugged at and mouthed, 'It was your answer anyway.' Remus read the rest of the letter, "Okay.. So..'You will get your clue from Nomi. Tomorrow, the second riddle will be on the table. Have a good night.' Alright, let's go Camellia." he said, standing up and putting the envelope down. Camellia stood up and followed him.
"That's nuts, we're supposed to know who the house elves are?" Ron asked. Harry snickered at the look Hermione gave to this. In the kitchen, Nomi was smiling and giving Remus another envelope.
"Good job, sir and madam!" Wexler squeaked. Camellia patted his head.
"Thank you, but it was really all Remus here, he's the brains." she joked. Remus smiled and opened the envelope. He pulled out a piece of parchment and looked at it. There was nothing on it but a single word, "Love."
"What is this supposed to mean?" he asked as Camellia looked at the piece of parchment. She shook her head and sighed.
"I have no idea."she said, "We'll have to win the clue tomorrow I guess."
"That we will." he said, and they left the kitchen, going back to the Dining Room where everyone was at their rope's end with each other.
"Why the bloody hell did you think it was my family, Weasley?! It's not like our house is a mess, though I couldn't say the same for you. You know how I knew it wasn't you, Weasel? 'Cause it said three, and I know how your mum and your dad keep poppin' them out there like rabbits–or weasels, for that matter." Draco was standing up, his face not its normal color and was screaming at the top of his lungs at Ron. Ron looked just as furious, if not more. His face was as red as a firetruck.
"You knew how I knew it could've been you, ferret-head?! Because your dad. Yeah, that's right, little Daddy Death Eater. You-Know-Who's right hand man." No one was surprised at this except Trelawney, however.
"How dare you speak of my family like that when you know yours isn't worth anything! Well, maybe you could sell them for a sack of shit, but I'm sure the seller would bring up quite a fit." At this, Ron's fist flew forward and smacked so hard into the side of Draco's face that Harry was sure he heard a 'Crack'. Blood rushed out from Draco's nose and his mouth. He looked like he could murder Ron. Harry restrained Ron as best as he could and Remus grabbed Malfoy before he could do anything.
"You boys need to stop this! Stop this now!" Remus's voice boomed louder than anyone had ever heard Snape yell. This surprised them all and they all stopped what they were doing and stared long and hard (And no doubt frightened) at the man. "This is crazy, and you two know it!" Things slowly picked back up, Ron's face still red and Draco's still discolored.
"Let's go to bed, Draco." Hermione said, trying to lead Draco out the door.
"So what, you're on his side now?!" Ron screeched at Hermione, saying 'his' as if it was a repulsive word that he never wanted to leak from his lips.
"No, Ronald Weasley, I am not. I am on no one's side because Lupin is right, what you both just did was foolish!" she said.
"What about all the things he's done, Herm? All the times he's called you 'Mudblood'?! And now you stick up for him! What's gotten into you?!" Ron looked as if Hermione had shot a dagger through his heart.
"Nothing has gotten into me!" she screamed, "He's my partner, first of all! And second of all, it makes no sense to fight like this and you know it, Ronald!"
"MY NAME IS NOT RONALD!" if Ron and Lupin had entered a loudest voice contest, Ron would have gotten second by a loss of .2 in the score. Tears splashed down Hermione's face as she roughly grabbed Draco-who was still bleeding-and rushed out of the door. Ron took many deep breaths and looked at Harry. "I'm right, aren't I?" Harry only shrugged.
"I guess." he said. Ron nodded and sighed, slumping down in his chair again. Neville and Luna exchanged looks, however neither surprised that it had went on, both knowing the nature of Draco and Ron's tempers. But they were very surprised at Ron and Hermione's fight. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be the last either.