Authors Note: It has been over a year since I last updated this story. Today I decided I should write a bit more. This chapter is shorter than usual but I am already writing the next chapter so it will be updated soon. Please read and review.
Chapter 6: A Civil Conversation or a Miracle
Ron peered through the small window in the door of the potions room, and was stunned at what he saw. Directly in front of him he could see Harry, but he was not in his usual seat. Instead he was next to Pansy Parkinson. While across the room Hermione and Malfoy sat together. 'What is going on here?' was all that Ron could think of.
Harry seemed to be gesturing something to him. To bad Ron had no clue what he was trying to say. He was crossing his hands back in forth. Ron shrugged his shoulders and put his hands up as if asking What are you trying to say?
Harry changed his signal. Now he was sliding his index finger across his throat. Most people in this situation would figure this wasn't a good time to enter the class and leave. But Ron Weasley is not like most people.
Not thinking, Ron opened the door and said quite loudly "Dammit Harry, what is it?
The class turned around to see what the commotion was about, and saw Ron Weasley standing at the door blushing profusely.
Harry smacked his hands to his forehead, "so much for secrecy."
"Mr. Weasley, have you decided to join us today? Or are you above coming to classes on time? Either way you now have detention with me tonight at 6:00. Now please take your new seat next to Mr. Goyle."
Ron grumble but complied with the order. He walked to the second to last row, and sat next to Goyle. He took out his parchment and quill and pretended to listen for the rest of the class.
Ron was having a hard time concentrating. Mostly because he was at the edge of the desk, since Goyle took up three quarters of it. The rest of the reason was probably because he wasn't having a good day. First he was too consumed in someone else's conversation that he was late for his class. Secondly because his new seat was next to a large moronic goon, and thirdly because apparently his brothers were up to more pranks again and he was most likely going to be on the receiving end of them.
Ron could not remember the last time he was this bored in a class, then he thought back to last week's potions class. Correction he had not been this bored since last Tuesday morning when he was sitting in this same exact room, but of course on the other side of the room, next to Harry.
So Ron did what he did every time he was bored in potions, count the amount of rocks that made up the ceiling. Yes he did this every week, but you never know when the number could change, right?
"1..2..3....100..150." He counted to himself. 'Hm, that cant be right I counted 145 last time I must have miscounted. Well I guess I will just have to start again.' And so Ron began counting again. '1..2..3..'
(Ten minutes later)
"One hundred forty five ah ha!" Ron yelled, quite proud of his achievement. "I know I have it this time!"
"Hmm so you are not as stupid as you look Mr. Weasly." Ron looked up to see Snape standing in front of him. He had on that horrible smirk were you knew you were in for it. "But that does not matter since you were not called on to answer that question. Five points from Gryffindor." He then turned from Ron and continued to speak to the class.
"As Mr. Weasly so rudely pointed out there are 145 different types of potions for this grouping, you find out what they are on page 391 in your books."
After that Snape's voice began to fade from Ron's thoughts again. That was until he was roughly elbowed in the arm by Goyle. Ron looked a bit taken back by this gesture and was surprised to find Goyle talking. Not his usual gorilla language but... what Ron believed to be English. This truly was a miracle. He was elbowed again. "I said there are 147 not 145. I bet you missed those two in the corner."
"What?" Ron asked not quite sure what Goyle was talking about.
"Ceiling stones. There are 147 not 145. It's a common mistake. But I have counted them every potions class for five years. And I can assure you there are 147. Some times I get more or less, but it is usually around 147." Goyle rambled.
Ron to say the least was stunned, on more than one level. Should he be more shocked that Goyle was talking civilly with him or that Goyle could count to 147. There was also the fact that he must have spent a good portion of his life counting those damn tiles.
"Oh uh thank you. That was uh...very enlightening." Ron tried to be polite, he still was quite sure about Goyle. Maybe he had more brains than they all thought. 'haha' that thought quickly left his mind. That was not likely.
"What the hell did you think I meant when I made a violent gesture across my throat and wave my hand back on forth mouthing 'no, go back'? Gee it looks like they are having a mighty good time in Potions today, maybe Snape is being extra nice today. Come on, what were you thinking." Harry said sarcastically
"I don't know." Ron did remove his eyes from the floor as he, Harry and Hermione walked down the hallway. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. "I wasn't thinking. Besides I thought you were saying 'moles grow back.' And I was confused, I was thinking why would Harry be saying 'moles grow back', maybe it's a code I thought."
Harry and Hermione both stopped walking abruptly staring at Ron who was now a step ahead of them.
"Are you serious? Moles grow back? Codes? This is the most ridiculous thing I ever heard." Hermione began to lecture.
"Maybe you should get some more rest. Maybe you're still not feeling all that well. Because you are certainly not thinking straight."
"Well he must have been paying attention, even if only a little. I was impressed Ron. Even I didn't know there were 145 potions. You surprise me every once in a while." Hermione continued talking as she began walking again.
Harry moved closer to Ron and quietly said "Its 147 stones not 145." Then he smiled and went to catch up with Hermione.
"Yeah. So I've been told." He said to himself and followed his two friends.
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