Ron Weasely and Hermione
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or R&J
A/N: This should be the last of the lot; it's actually a prologue to the original story.
Prologue: Duelist Elite
"Ronald Weasely! I challenge you in a fight to the death!" Malfoy exclaimed across the courtyard of Hogwarts castle.
Ron glanced at Malfoy. "Not today." He replied.
"What are you, chicken?!" Malfoy questioned.
Ron tried to control his temper, but some things are meant to roam free.
"Absolutely not! Noon time tomorrow, you get your wish. But dine well tonight, for it shall be your last!" Harry exclaimed.
Malfoy smirked. "We shall see about that." He thought, leaving Ron, Harry and Neville behind.
"You can't fight!" Ron protested. "I won't allow it!"
"Me either!" Neville agreed.
"You're going to have to let me." Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you because of him."
"Whoever said love don't cost a thing lied." Neville remarked.
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The sun beat down mercilessly upon Harry and Draco. Hermione was nowhere to be found, and Ron had been drugged so that he would not stop Harry from going out and fighting Draco.
The rays made the grass hot to the touch, and it didn't help to improve anyone's mood-this was a fight to the last, hopefully with Harry victorious.
When the clock struck twelve, the duel began.
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An hour later, Ron, who was groggy from the drugs, stumbled out onto the grassy knoll where Harry and Draco had fought, crimson staining the green blades, the spectators having dispersed, leaving Ron to wonder what had happened while he was asleep.
Neville tapped Ron on the shoulder, startling him.
"What happened?" Ron asked once he had regained his wits.
Neville gave him a mournful glance.
"Damn it! Tell me what happened!" Ron ordered.
"It was a fight to the last..." Neville replied.
"WHO'S LAST?! Damn it! Harry... Harry's gone, isn't he?" Ron asked.
Neville could only nod.
--
"Malfoy!" Ron yelled. He had tracked him to a cliff.
"Yes?" Draco asked coyly.
"Say good bye." Ron replied, forcing his sword into the other boy's chest.
Draco gasped, and would only see Ron, then darkness.
Ron threw the body and the sword over the cliff and headed back.
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"I can't believe you're going-alone." Neville remarked for the fifth time that hour.
Ron stared at him. "I love her. I'm not going to let anything happen to her." He replied.
"Then I guess this is goodbye for now." Neville sighed.
"We'll see each other again, don't worry." Ron told him, forcing himself to smile.