All Alone?
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: No I don't...
Chapter
Eric stood outside on the smooth grass of the Quidditch pitch, the wind ruffling his curly brown hair. He clutched his broomstick with a sweaty hand and gulped nervously. He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone squeezed his other hand. It was Violet. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
"Y-yeah." he choked. "I'm fine."
"Everyone's nervous about their first game, Eric. I was scared half to death for my first game. I played Chaser too for my first game. Harry was the Seeker..." her voice faded.
"What if I make a fool out of myself?" Eric stammered. "I just know I will..."
"Eric." Violet said gently.
"I'll probably fall off of my broom in front of everyone!"
"Eric!"
"I can't do this!" Eric said, turning around and heading for the castle.
"Eric!" Violet grabbed his hand and kissed him. Once the shock wore off, Eric seemed surprisingly calmer. "I know you're going to do great!"
"If-if-if you say so." Eric gasped.
"I do." She squeezed his hand again.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle. "Mount your broomsticks!"
As if they were a small army, they mounted their broomsticks at the same time. Madam Hooch blew her whistle again. "Rise up!"
Simultaneously, they rose into the air, Violet and Malfoy raised higher than than everyone else, glaring daggers at each other.
Madam Hooch took out the worn case with the balls in them. She released the Bludgers and the Snitch. It zoomed around Malfoy's head, while he desparately tried to see where it was going. "Need I say that I want a nice fair game from all of you!" Madam Hooch glared at Malfoy, who never took his cold gray eyes off of Violet. She tossed the Quaffle into the air.
"AND THE QUAFFLE IS RELEASED!" Shouted Ginny, the newest commentator.
All of a sudden, people on brooms shot everywhere. Eric snatched the Quaffle as if by instinct and worked the plays they'd made during practice perfectly, sending the Quaffle right past the Slytherin Keeper into the left goal post. This sent the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs into a frenzy. It boosted Eric's confidence, and he zoomed throughout the field scoring four more goals.
"And the Gryffs are kicking a-- Sorry, Professor! Gryffindor is in the lead! 50-0. Arrrgh! No! Slytherin gets the Quaffle! Come on, Miller! You've got him! NOOOOO! Come on, Ron! You've got it-- YES! He blocked it! Miller's got it... he's going to score...yes, he--NO! YOU FILTHY, CHEATING PUNK!"
Crabbe, one of Slytherin's bone brained Beaters, had taken his stick and brought it into Eric's ribs as hard as he could, causing Eric to drop the Quaffle and nearly fall off of his broom, clutching his ribs. Violet saw this and zoomed over to Crabbe and punched him in the nose as hard as she could.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle. "TIME OUT!" She signaled for Madam Pomfrey, who quickly handed Eric and Crabbe potions to heal Eric's broken ribs and Crabbes badly broken nose. "And a penalty to both Gryffindor and Slytherin!"
Both teams made the penalty shots. So it was 60-10, and Slytherin wasn't at all happy about Gryffindor being fifty points in the lead so they were resorting to any means to score. For instance, Crabbe and Goyle took turns trying to clobber members of Gryffindor's team with their clubs, claiming that they thought they were Bludgers. Violet was particularly vulnerable for attack. A Bludger narrowly missed her head at least three times. When she looked up, Crabbe and Goyle were grinning stupidly at her. She flipped them off and continued to tail Malfoy.
So far, no sign of the Snitch... Luckily, with the combined efforts of Katie, Alicia, and Eric, Gryffindor was racking up points like whoa. Ron was doing rather well in his Keeping. So far, Slytherin was only able to get in three goals, aside from a couple penalty shots. It looked like Gryffindor would win no matter who caught the Snitch. Well, not like that was any contest, Violet chuckled, thinking of what a sucky Seeker Malfoy was.
This was turning out to be a pretty dirty game. Violet had to shake off Crabbe and Goyle plenty of times. Eric glared menacingly at them everytime he wasn't busy with the Quaffle. If looks could kill, Crabbe and Goyle would have been dead and buried. Six feet under with wilting flowers on the grave.
Suddenly, Violet saw a glimmer of gold. Apparently, so did Malfoy, and he took off after it. Violet easily got ahead of him.
"They've seen the Snitch! Come on, Violet! You can beat that slimy git-- I mean... Good luck to the Seeker who catches it!"
Yes... Violet was inches away from it... Suddenly, Malfoy came up beside Violet, brought his leg up, and kicked Violet in the ribs with all his might.
Violet gasped in pain, and felt her grip on the broom slacken, and the ground was zooming towards Violet, and everything went blissfully dark.***
Katie had the Quaffle, and Eric was taking a very short breather, when he saw Violet and Malfoy zooming around the pitch, struggling to get the Snitch. Suddenly, Malfoy got up beside Violet and kicked her hard off of her broom. He didn't even see her hit the ground, fifty feet below, as he had zoomed towards Malfoy just as he'd gotten the Snitch. "How do you like that, Miller?!" Malfoy laughed. Without warning, Eric leaped off of his broom and onto Malfoy's, pounding the living daylights out of him. They ended up sinking to the ground, Eric grinding his knee into Malfoy's stomach, and punching him in the face. Finally, the Gryffindor team's Beater's grabbed him by the robes and pulled him off of Malfoy, but not before Eric landed a good kick in Malfoy's stomach. Malfoy's lip was cut, his nose bloody, and bruises were forming all over his face.
Professor McGonagall came racing out on the pitch. "I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH DISGUSTING BEHAVIOR! MR. MALFOY! KICKING THE SEEKER OFF HER BROOM IN HOPES OF WINNING THE GAME WAS THE MOST ATROCIOUS THING I'VE EVER SEEN! ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN AND A MONTH OF DETENTION!" she took a deep breath and readjusted her hat. "Mr. Miller, while I admit that Mr. Malfoy deserved the attack, you had no right to attack him. Fifty points from Gryffindor and a week of detention! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to check on Miss Potter."
Violet, meanwhile, was lying unconsious on the ground. Madam Pomfrey had conjured a stretcher and led her to the hospital wing.
To get his mind off of Violet, he turned with much difficulty to Katie, who's face was very red with anger, he imagined. "D-did Malfoy catch the Snitch?"
"Yes." Alicia said bitterly. "Cheating bastard..."
"But we won!" Ron said with a satisfied smile. "He went to all the trouble of kicking Violet off her broom for nothing. Mind you, if half the team hadn't been holding me back, I'd have done worse to him than you did..."
"We won?" Eric said blankly. "But Malfoy caught the Snitch!"
"He did, but thanks to you," Ron thumped him on the back. "and all those goals you scored, our score was just high enough to beat Slytherin's!"
"We won?!" Eric said, now overjoyed. "YES! Oh, wait, but how's Violet gonna be? I kind of missed it when I was kicking Malfoy's ass."
Ron looked sober. "I don't know. She should be okay, but she fell awfully far. And that kick to the ribs didn't help any. She's probably concussed, got a few broken ribs, and I bet she's all bruised up."
"Do you think I'll be able to see her?" Eric said, looking over at the castle's back doors, where the Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall, and Dumbledore had disappeared.
"I don't see why not, if you sneak into the hospital wing." Ron said.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Eric arched an eyebrow.
"I'll have Hermione get you Violet's Invisibility cloak and the Marauders' Map."
"Invisibility Cloak and the What map?" Eric gaped.
"Marauders' Map." Ron said exasperatedly. "I'll explain later. But the point is, I know McGonagall isn't going to let you in to see her right now. So you have to sneak in. Ah, there's Hermione." He beckoned her over.
"Ron, I already let you borrow my History of Magic notes." Hermione said, annoyed.
"No. That's not it." Ron said. "I was wondering, could you go up to the girl's dormitory and get Violet's Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map?"
"Why do you need it?" Hermione looked suspicious.
"Because Miller here wants to get into the hospital wing without being kicked out by McGonagall! Could you at least help him?"
Eric was so sure that she would say no, but to his enormous relief, she said, "Sure. I'll be back in a few!" and ran back to the castle.
"Whoa..." Ron gaped. "That was easy."
Sure enough, Hermione was back in no more than fifteen minutes. She pressed the cloak and map into Eric's hands and said, "Well, go on! I'm sure she'll be delighted to see you."
Eric wasted no time in running into the castle, slipping on the cloak and sneaking down the hall to the hospital wing. Every so often he would check the Marauder's map, and luckily the only people that were in the hospital wing were Violet, Madam Pomfrey, and some boy named Jake Manning at the far end of the hospital.
He managed to slip in the door. Violet was awake, but looked tired and bored. Making sure to tiptoe very quietly, he sat down on the chair beside her bed. She looked up, listening for whatever made that creak noise. Eric pulled off the hood of the cloak. Violet gasped, but not before pressing her lips to her mouth in shock. Eric finally wriggled out of the rest of the cloak.
"What are you doing here? And why do you have my cloak?" Violet demanded.
"I wanted to see you." He put on his most loving face. "And I sent Hermione up to get it."
"Figures." But she smiled bitterly. "I take it Malfoy caught the Snitch?"
"Yeah. Cowardly little bastard. Just before I kicked his ass." Eric spat.
"You what?!"
"Beat the living daylights out of him as a matter of fact. But it was useless. We won anyway!"
"Do what?" Violet said, blushing at how American-redneckish she sounded. "We won? But do you have any idea how many points we would have had to make to win?"
"I know. I scored so many goals that we had enough!"
"That's fantastic!" Violet sat up, before leaning back again, wincing. "But four healing ribs aren't. I'm supposed to be in the hospital all weekend, and I have to take it easy, and that means no Quidditch practices! for another week or so." Violet pouted. "But wait! Maybe that means I can't tutor the little brats or go to A-after school Transfiguration lessons." Violet couldn't believe how quickly she'd almost let that slip. "But I doubt it. McGonagall has no sympathy whatsoever."
Eric laughed and laced his fingers in Violet's. "I can't wait for you to get better. It's going to be so boring without you..."
Suddenly, Madam Pomfrey came in, looking very angry. "Mr. Miller! What are you doing in here?" She didn't see Eric yank his hand away.
"Ummm? Waiting for my potion?" He squeaked.
"A Pepper up potion? But you just had one earlier!"
"Oh, crap! That's right! The Quidditch game must have distracted my memory!"
"Then go on, Mr. Miller!"
"Okay, okay." He turned to Violet. "I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?" He clutched her hand, and kissed her, a sweet, soft kiss that lasted several seconds. Finally, Madam Pomfrey grabbed him by his robes and screeched, "OUT! She needs bed rest, not your nasty mouth kissing her!" She shoved him out. Violet smiled and waved weakly.
Eric was a bit shocked, but then walked back to the Common room, grinning.
When he slid feet first into the Common room, he was greeted with a headlock and a noogie. "What are you doing?!" He choked to Ron, who was furiously giving him his best noogie. "Get off, son!"
"Son?" Ron laughed, and poked him in the ribs. "You made me very happy!" He squeezed Eric's cheeks, snickering at the look of disgust he got in return. "We won because of you!"
"Yeah?" Eric said with a grin.
"Yeah! Stupid." Ron smacked at him.
"Then bring on the firewhisky!" Eric screeched, before the room erupted into cheers and Ron snuck off to the Hogshead to get some."
*one hour later*
Eric had burst into bouts of hysterical laughter after Ron said, simply, "Every flavor beans."
"Evly favor beans?!" Eric shreiked. "That's funny!"
"Eric?!" Hermione tugged at his arm. "Could you maybe tone it down a bit before McGonagall comes in and finds out you're drunk?!"
Eric stared at her for a minute, his eyes almost glazing over, before a crooked grin came to his face. "You're kinda cute." He patted her face, not noticing when she pushed him away in disgust.
"Eric! You're Violet's boyfriend! I couldn't betray her!" Hermione gasped. "Besides, I'm not interested."
"But she don't gots to know about it." He giggled. "And you will be after this." Suddenly, he threw an arm around Hermione and pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened with shock, but she did nothing to stop him. Her eyes fluttered and they were about to close when Ron grabbed Eric by his left arm and yanked him away so hard that he fell backwards. Ron climbed on top of him and gripped the front of his shirt.
"What the fuck is your problem?! Not only do you have no business going near Hermione, but you're betraying my best friend!" he yelled in his face.
"Ew. Your breath stinks." Eric looked disgusted. "I'm just having a little fun. No harm done."
"No harm done?!" Ron shouted angrily. "When Violet finds out, you'll have broken her heart!"
"I already said, no harm done!" Eric said annoyed. "And who are you to judge me? I can be pretty sure you've been messing around with Violet." He shoved Ron off and staggered up. "You better stay away from my girl."
"Your girl?!" Ron shouted. "You mean the girl that you betray by kissing one of her best friends? I oughta kick your ass for it!"
By then a crowd had formed around them. Hermione had broken through and gotten between them. "Ron. Eric. Please stop."
"Stay out of this, Hermione!" Ron snapped.
"Don't yell at her! You're not her boss!" Eric turned to Hermione and made to kiss her again, when Ron snapped and his fist connected cleanly with Eric's jaw. He couldn't stand up straight without someone punching him in the face, so he immediately fell to the ground. Ron straddled his chest and punched him over and over.
"Ron! NO!" Hermione pulled him off of Eric and he fell to the floor. "He doesn't know what he's doing or saying! Look at him. He can't even stand up."
But, eventually, he did stand up. He staggered and almost fell, but made his way to Ron and fell on top of him and in turn started punching him. Ron struggled to get away, but Eric had his elbow's pinned to the ground by his knees and was slugging Ron senseless. Ron thought dimly, Man, for someone who can't even see straight right now, Eric sure can pack a punch.
Suddenly, a blur of black shoved through the crowd and yanked Eric off of Ron. It was Violet. "ERIC! What are you doing?!"
"What're you doing here?" Eric said, distracted.
"I snuck out. And WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"He hit me first!" Eric slurred. "I didn't even do anything wrong!"
"The hell you didn't!" Ron spat, struggling to escape the grasp of the three people holding him. "He kissed Hermione, Violet!"
Violet's face fell. "Eric, is this true?" she said quietly.
"You know I didn't mean it, Violet. Really." Eric pleaded, touching her face.
"You're drunk!" Violet pushed his hands away. "Don't touch me!" She stood up, her eyes full to the brim with tears. "How could you do this, Eric?"
"I'm sorry, Violet!" He begged, trying to grab her hand. "I didn't mean it! Violet!"
Violet shoved him away, hard, and tried to bolt out the door. Eric grabbed her shoulder, and she turned and slapped him across the face with as much strength as she could muster. "We're through! I can't believe I saw anything in you." With tears on her face, she opened the portrait and ran out. Ron stormed up the stairs, but not before giving Eric a good kick in the stomach.***
That's it for now. Don't beat me up for breaking them up. It's not all over!
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: No I don't...
Chapter
Eric stood outside on the smooth grass of the Quidditch pitch, the wind ruffling his curly brown hair. He clutched his broomstick with a sweaty hand and gulped nervously. He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone squeezed his other hand. It was Violet. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
"Y-yeah." he choked. "I'm fine."
"Everyone's nervous about their first game, Eric. I was scared half to death for my first game. I played Chaser too for my first game. Harry was the Seeker..." her voice faded.
"What if I make a fool out of myself?" Eric stammered. "I just know I will..."
"Eric." Violet said gently.
"I'll probably fall off of my broom in front of everyone!"
"Eric!"
"I can't do this!" Eric said, turning around and heading for the castle.
"Eric!" Violet grabbed his hand and kissed him. Once the shock wore off, Eric seemed surprisingly calmer. "I know you're going to do great!"
"If-if-if you say so." Eric gasped.
"I do." She squeezed his hand again.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle. "Mount your broomsticks!"
As if they were a small army, they mounted their broomsticks at the same time. Madam Hooch blew her whistle again. "Rise up!"
Simultaneously, they rose into the air, Violet and Malfoy raised higher than than everyone else, glaring daggers at each other.
Madam Hooch took out the worn case with the balls in them. She released the Bludgers and the Snitch. It zoomed around Malfoy's head, while he desparately tried to see where it was going. "Need I say that I want a nice fair game from all of you!" Madam Hooch glared at Malfoy, who never took his cold gray eyes off of Violet. She tossed the Quaffle into the air.
"AND THE QUAFFLE IS RELEASED!" Shouted Ginny, the newest commentator.
All of a sudden, people on brooms shot everywhere. Eric snatched the Quaffle as if by instinct and worked the plays they'd made during practice perfectly, sending the Quaffle right past the Slytherin Keeper into the left goal post. This sent the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs into a frenzy. It boosted Eric's confidence, and he zoomed throughout the field scoring four more goals.
"And the Gryffs are kicking a-- Sorry, Professor! Gryffindor is in the lead! 50-0. Arrrgh! No! Slytherin gets the Quaffle! Come on, Miller! You've got him! NOOOOO! Come on, Ron! You've got it-- YES! He blocked it! Miller's got it... he's going to score...yes, he--NO! YOU FILTHY, CHEATING PUNK!"
Crabbe, one of Slytherin's bone brained Beaters, had taken his stick and brought it into Eric's ribs as hard as he could, causing Eric to drop the Quaffle and nearly fall off of his broom, clutching his ribs. Violet saw this and zoomed over to Crabbe and punched him in the nose as hard as she could.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle. "TIME OUT!" She signaled for Madam Pomfrey, who quickly handed Eric and Crabbe potions to heal Eric's broken ribs and Crabbes badly broken nose. "And a penalty to both Gryffindor and Slytherin!"
Both teams made the penalty shots. So it was 60-10, and Slytherin wasn't at all happy about Gryffindor being fifty points in the lead so they were resorting to any means to score. For instance, Crabbe and Goyle took turns trying to clobber members of Gryffindor's team with their clubs, claiming that they thought they were Bludgers. Violet was particularly vulnerable for attack. A Bludger narrowly missed her head at least three times. When she looked up, Crabbe and Goyle were grinning stupidly at her. She flipped them off and continued to tail Malfoy.
So far, no sign of the Snitch... Luckily, with the combined efforts of Katie, Alicia, and Eric, Gryffindor was racking up points like whoa. Ron was doing rather well in his Keeping. So far, Slytherin was only able to get in three goals, aside from a couple penalty shots. It looked like Gryffindor would win no matter who caught the Snitch. Well, not like that was any contest, Violet chuckled, thinking of what a sucky Seeker Malfoy was.
This was turning out to be a pretty dirty game. Violet had to shake off Crabbe and Goyle plenty of times. Eric glared menacingly at them everytime he wasn't busy with the Quaffle. If looks could kill, Crabbe and Goyle would have been dead and buried. Six feet under with wilting flowers on the grave.
Suddenly, Violet saw a glimmer of gold. Apparently, so did Malfoy, and he took off after it. Violet easily got ahead of him.
"They've seen the Snitch! Come on, Violet! You can beat that slimy git-- I mean... Good luck to the Seeker who catches it!"
Yes... Violet was inches away from it... Suddenly, Malfoy came up beside Violet, brought his leg up, and kicked Violet in the ribs with all his might.
Violet gasped in pain, and felt her grip on the broom slacken, and the ground was zooming towards Violet, and everything went blissfully dark.***
Katie had the Quaffle, and Eric was taking a very short breather, when he saw Violet and Malfoy zooming around the pitch, struggling to get the Snitch. Suddenly, Malfoy got up beside Violet and kicked her hard off of her broom. He didn't even see her hit the ground, fifty feet below, as he had zoomed towards Malfoy just as he'd gotten the Snitch. "How do you like that, Miller?!" Malfoy laughed. Without warning, Eric leaped off of his broom and onto Malfoy's, pounding the living daylights out of him. They ended up sinking to the ground, Eric grinding his knee into Malfoy's stomach, and punching him in the face. Finally, the Gryffindor team's Beater's grabbed him by the robes and pulled him off of Malfoy, but not before Eric landed a good kick in Malfoy's stomach. Malfoy's lip was cut, his nose bloody, and bruises were forming all over his face.
Professor McGonagall came racing out on the pitch. "I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH DISGUSTING BEHAVIOR! MR. MALFOY! KICKING THE SEEKER OFF HER BROOM IN HOPES OF WINNING THE GAME WAS THE MOST ATROCIOUS THING I'VE EVER SEEN! ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN AND A MONTH OF DETENTION!" she took a deep breath and readjusted her hat. "Mr. Miller, while I admit that Mr. Malfoy deserved the attack, you had no right to attack him. Fifty points from Gryffindor and a week of detention! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to check on Miss Potter."
Violet, meanwhile, was lying unconsious on the ground. Madam Pomfrey had conjured a stretcher and led her to the hospital wing.
To get his mind off of Violet, he turned with much difficulty to Katie, who's face was very red with anger, he imagined. "D-did Malfoy catch the Snitch?"
"Yes." Alicia said bitterly. "Cheating bastard..."
"But we won!" Ron said with a satisfied smile. "He went to all the trouble of kicking Violet off her broom for nothing. Mind you, if half the team hadn't been holding me back, I'd have done worse to him than you did..."
"We won?" Eric said blankly. "But Malfoy caught the Snitch!"
"He did, but thanks to you," Ron thumped him on the back. "and all those goals you scored, our score was just high enough to beat Slytherin's!"
"We won?!" Eric said, now overjoyed. "YES! Oh, wait, but how's Violet gonna be? I kind of missed it when I was kicking Malfoy's ass."
Ron looked sober. "I don't know. She should be okay, but she fell awfully far. And that kick to the ribs didn't help any. She's probably concussed, got a few broken ribs, and I bet she's all bruised up."
"Do you think I'll be able to see her?" Eric said, looking over at the castle's back doors, where the Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall, and Dumbledore had disappeared.
"I don't see why not, if you sneak into the hospital wing." Ron said.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Eric arched an eyebrow.
"I'll have Hermione get you Violet's Invisibility cloak and the Marauders' Map."
"Invisibility Cloak and the What map?" Eric gaped.
"Marauders' Map." Ron said exasperatedly. "I'll explain later. But the point is, I know McGonagall isn't going to let you in to see her right now. So you have to sneak in. Ah, there's Hermione." He beckoned her over.
"Ron, I already let you borrow my History of Magic notes." Hermione said, annoyed.
"No. That's not it." Ron said. "I was wondering, could you go up to the girl's dormitory and get Violet's Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map?"
"Why do you need it?" Hermione looked suspicious.
"Because Miller here wants to get into the hospital wing without being kicked out by McGonagall! Could you at least help him?"
Eric was so sure that she would say no, but to his enormous relief, she said, "Sure. I'll be back in a few!" and ran back to the castle.
"Whoa..." Ron gaped. "That was easy."
Sure enough, Hermione was back in no more than fifteen minutes. She pressed the cloak and map into Eric's hands and said, "Well, go on! I'm sure she'll be delighted to see you."
Eric wasted no time in running into the castle, slipping on the cloak and sneaking down the hall to the hospital wing. Every so often he would check the Marauder's map, and luckily the only people that were in the hospital wing were Violet, Madam Pomfrey, and some boy named Jake Manning at the far end of the hospital.
He managed to slip in the door. Violet was awake, but looked tired and bored. Making sure to tiptoe very quietly, he sat down on the chair beside her bed. She looked up, listening for whatever made that creak noise. Eric pulled off the hood of the cloak. Violet gasped, but not before pressing her lips to her mouth in shock. Eric finally wriggled out of the rest of the cloak.
"What are you doing here? And why do you have my cloak?" Violet demanded.
"I wanted to see you." He put on his most loving face. "And I sent Hermione up to get it."
"Figures." But she smiled bitterly. "I take it Malfoy caught the Snitch?"
"Yeah. Cowardly little bastard. Just before I kicked his ass." Eric spat.
"You what?!"
"Beat the living daylights out of him as a matter of fact. But it was useless. We won anyway!"
"Do what?" Violet said, blushing at how American-redneckish she sounded. "We won? But do you have any idea how many points we would have had to make to win?"
"I know. I scored so many goals that we had enough!"
"That's fantastic!" Violet sat up, before leaning back again, wincing. "But four healing ribs aren't. I'm supposed to be in the hospital all weekend, and I have to take it easy, and that means no Quidditch practices! for another week or so." Violet pouted. "But wait! Maybe that means I can't tutor the little brats or go to A-after school Transfiguration lessons." Violet couldn't believe how quickly she'd almost let that slip. "But I doubt it. McGonagall has no sympathy whatsoever."
Eric laughed and laced his fingers in Violet's. "I can't wait for you to get better. It's going to be so boring without you..."
Suddenly, Madam Pomfrey came in, looking very angry. "Mr. Miller! What are you doing in here?" She didn't see Eric yank his hand away.
"Ummm? Waiting for my potion?" He squeaked.
"A Pepper up potion? But you just had one earlier!"
"Oh, crap! That's right! The Quidditch game must have distracted my memory!"
"Then go on, Mr. Miller!"
"Okay, okay." He turned to Violet. "I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?" He clutched her hand, and kissed her, a sweet, soft kiss that lasted several seconds. Finally, Madam Pomfrey grabbed him by his robes and screeched, "OUT! She needs bed rest, not your nasty mouth kissing her!" She shoved him out. Violet smiled and waved weakly.
Eric was a bit shocked, but then walked back to the Common room, grinning.
When he slid feet first into the Common room, he was greeted with a headlock and a noogie. "What are you doing?!" He choked to Ron, who was furiously giving him his best noogie. "Get off, son!"
"Son?" Ron laughed, and poked him in the ribs. "You made me very happy!" He squeezed Eric's cheeks, snickering at the look of disgust he got in return. "We won because of you!"
"Yeah?" Eric said with a grin.
"Yeah! Stupid." Ron smacked at him.
"Then bring on the firewhisky!" Eric screeched, before the room erupted into cheers and Ron snuck off to the Hogshead to get some."
*one hour later*
Eric had burst into bouts of hysterical laughter after Ron said, simply, "Every flavor beans."
"Evly favor beans?!" Eric shreiked. "That's funny!"
"Eric?!" Hermione tugged at his arm. "Could you maybe tone it down a bit before McGonagall comes in and finds out you're drunk?!"
Eric stared at her for a minute, his eyes almost glazing over, before a crooked grin came to his face. "You're kinda cute." He patted her face, not noticing when she pushed him away in disgust.
"Eric! You're Violet's boyfriend! I couldn't betray her!" Hermione gasped. "Besides, I'm not interested."
"But she don't gots to know about it." He giggled. "And you will be after this." Suddenly, he threw an arm around Hermione and pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened with shock, but she did nothing to stop him. Her eyes fluttered and they were about to close when Ron grabbed Eric by his left arm and yanked him away so hard that he fell backwards. Ron climbed on top of him and gripped the front of his shirt.
"What the fuck is your problem?! Not only do you have no business going near Hermione, but you're betraying my best friend!" he yelled in his face.
"Ew. Your breath stinks." Eric looked disgusted. "I'm just having a little fun. No harm done."
"No harm done?!" Ron shouted angrily. "When Violet finds out, you'll have broken her heart!"
"I already said, no harm done!" Eric said annoyed. "And who are you to judge me? I can be pretty sure you've been messing around with Violet." He shoved Ron off and staggered up. "You better stay away from my girl."
"Your girl?!" Ron shouted. "You mean the girl that you betray by kissing one of her best friends? I oughta kick your ass for it!"
By then a crowd had formed around them. Hermione had broken through and gotten between them. "Ron. Eric. Please stop."
"Stay out of this, Hermione!" Ron snapped.
"Don't yell at her! You're not her boss!" Eric turned to Hermione and made to kiss her again, when Ron snapped and his fist connected cleanly with Eric's jaw. He couldn't stand up straight without someone punching him in the face, so he immediately fell to the ground. Ron straddled his chest and punched him over and over.
"Ron! NO!" Hermione pulled him off of Eric and he fell to the floor. "He doesn't know what he's doing or saying! Look at him. He can't even stand up."
But, eventually, he did stand up. He staggered and almost fell, but made his way to Ron and fell on top of him and in turn started punching him. Ron struggled to get away, but Eric had his elbow's pinned to the ground by his knees and was slugging Ron senseless. Ron thought dimly, Man, for someone who can't even see straight right now, Eric sure can pack a punch.
Suddenly, a blur of black shoved through the crowd and yanked Eric off of Ron. It was Violet. "ERIC! What are you doing?!"
"What're you doing here?" Eric said, distracted.
"I snuck out. And WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"He hit me first!" Eric slurred. "I didn't even do anything wrong!"
"The hell you didn't!" Ron spat, struggling to escape the grasp of the three people holding him. "He kissed Hermione, Violet!"
Violet's face fell. "Eric, is this true?" she said quietly.
"You know I didn't mean it, Violet. Really." Eric pleaded, touching her face.
"You're drunk!" Violet pushed his hands away. "Don't touch me!" She stood up, her eyes full to the brim with tears. "How could you do this, Eric?"
"I'm sorry, Violet!" He begged, trying to grab her hand. "I didn't mean it! Violet!"
Violet shoved him away, hard, and tried to bolt out the door. Eric grabbed her shoulder, and she turned and slapped him across the face with as much strength as she could muster. "We're through! I can't believe I saw anything in you." With tears on her face, she opened the portrait and ran out. Ron stormed up the stairs, but not before giving Eric a good kick in the stomach.***
That's it for now. Don't beat me up for breaking them up. It's not all over!