Chapter 11
"Ron, seriously stop pacing. You're giving me a headache," Harry murmured over his parchment.
"Yeah Ron. I can't study," Hermoine added over her book. "What's wrong anyways? Disappointed you did so bad on the Herbology test?"
Ron slumped down on a common room chair, picked up his book and then placed it bad down. "No Hermoine. I bet I did better than you on that test," he challenged with a smirk. "Loser does the other's homework for a week," he replied as he sat up, extending his hand.
"Are you feeling alright?" Hermoine asked, pressing her hand against Ron's forehead, which he quickly swatted away. "You must be daft if you think you could beat me. Then again you did have that detention to study, did you follow my advice?"
Harry looked up at Ron from his book, "Yeah Ron, you never told us about your detention with Malfoy," the mention of the name apparated a sneer on Harry's face. "You rushed out of Herbology quick enough and during dinner you were either gone or too fixated on staring down Malfoy."
Ron's eyes widened slightly at Harry's fourth observation but quickly stood up again to mask it. "Oh no, detention sucked at first, the usual punishment."
"Being?" Hermoine inquired.
"Cleaning cauldrons," Harry and Ron replied in tandem.
"Dra...Malfoy didn't show up for a full 15 minutes or so but when he did, Snape hasn't taken his wand so he cleaned everything up," Ron explained, returning to his pacing stride in front of the fireplace.
Harry's eyes lifted, "That was...nice of him."
"Well...that meant he wouldn't have to clean either," Ron corrected. "Anyways, so that gave us plenty of time to study. Snape dismissed us but I needed to collect all my stuff, seeing as, duh, Draco wasn't prepared." Ron stared at Harry and Hermoine for their reaction as he accidentally called him "Draco" but Hermoine just shook her head as to say she wasn't surprised.
Ron continued, "So yes, late to class. Went to library to finish some homework early so that's why I wasn't in dinner much." At least that part wasn't a lie, he told himself.
"Yeah, I thought it was weird...10.30 and you were finished already," Hermoine quipped. "I figured it was because you were just slacking per usual."
Harry laughed, "But why do that?"
Ron slightly blushed trying to think of yet another excuse, "Well I went off to piss after Herbology and who shall be in the toilets but Malfoy. He said that I owed him for covering for me for Sprout so he's making me help him at the Astronomy Tower tonight. Also explains being late to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron expressed with a smile.
"Fucking bloody hell I am brilliant," Ron thought to himself, "covered up for everything. Wonder if maybe Fred and George really are related to me and they weren't just some foreign...things dropped off of our doorstep."
"Sucks," was Harry's first response. "You could always not go..."
"Oh no way," the urgency in Ron's tone voiced his thoughts. He cleared his throat, "Besides, you know his evil ways, he could really fuck me up with the monsters he befriended if I cross him more than I do already."
"True," Hermoine sympathized. "Plus...it's a study session. You could get something out of it as well. Which test are you studying for?"
"Shit," Ron thought. A deer caught in headlights expressed his eyes. Abso-fucking-lutely no tests were scheduled for the next week. Umm...
"Studying is for lame wads," Neville chimed in, catching none of the previous conversation but joining in by making himself comfortable in the chair Ron intermittently occupied.
Harry laughed, "Only lame wads make up those kind of names." He rolled up his parchment and sighed, "You guys will never let me finish these assignments. Plus, I need research...going to library. Coming Ron?"
Not wanting further inquisition from his friend he declined, "Not tonight, got to be off soon," he replied, rolling his eyes and half smiling.
"Ah right. Well...if you don't come back I'll make sure to send a search party," Harry replied, opening the door to the staircase.
Ron laughed, "Thanks, mate." He grabbed his book on Quidditch and nodded to Neville and Hermoine. "As you've heard I must be off soon...I'll be in the shower."
Hermoine looked at her watch and realized it was almost 11, "That makes 2 of us, I'll be going as well. Night, Neville." Library "closes" in an hour.
Neville watched Hermoine and Ron heading up their respective staircases with clarity. "I knew they were fucking," he said to himself with a smirk before settling down with his Potions book.
"Ron, seriously stop pacing. You're giving me a headache," Harry murmured over his parchment.
"Yeah Ron. I can't study," Hermoine added over her book. "What's wrong anyways? Disappointed you did so bad on the Herbology test?"
Ron slumped down on a common room chair, picked up his book and then placed it bad down. "No Hermoine. I bet I did better than you on that test," he challenged with a smirk. "Loser does the other's homework for a week," he replied as he sat up, extending his hand.
"Are you feeling alright?" Hermoine asked, pressing her hand against Ron's forehead, which he quickly swatted away. "You must be daft if you think you could beat me. Then again you did have that detention to study, did you follow my advice?"
Harry looked up at Ron from his book, "Yeah Ron, you never told us about your detention with Malfoy," the mention of the name apparated a sneer on Harry's face. "You rushed out of Herbology quick enough and during dinner you were either gone or too fixated on staring down Malfoy."
Ron's eyes widened slightly at Harry's fourth observation but quickly stood up again to mask it. "Oh no, detention sucked at first, the usual punishment."
"Being?" Hermoine inquired.
"Cleaning cauldrons," Harry and Ron replied in tandem.
"Dra...Malfoy didn't show up for a full 15 minutes or so but when he did, Snape hasn't taken his wand so he cleaned everything up," Ron explained, returning to his pacing stride in front of the fireplace.
Harry's eyes lifted, "That was...nice of him."
"Well...that meant he wouldn't have to clean either," Ron corrected. "Anyways, so that gave us plenty of time to study. Snape dismissed us but I needed to collect all my stuff, seeing as, duh, Draco wasn't prepared." Ron stared at Harry and Hermoine for their reaction as he accidentally called him "Draco" but Hermoine just shook her head as to say she wasn't surprised.
Ron continued, "So yes, late to class. Went to library to finish some homework early so that's why I wasn't in dinner much." At least that part wasn't a lie, he told himself.
"Yeah, I thought it was weird...10.30 and you were finished already," Hermoine quipped. "I figured it was because you were just slacking per usual."
Harry laughed, "But why do that?"
Ron slightly blushed trying to think of yet another excuse, "Well I went off to piss after Herbology and who shall be in the toilets but Malfoy. He said that I owed him for covering for me for Sprout so he's making me help him at the Astronomy Tower tonight. Also explains being late to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron expressed with a smile.
"Fucking bloody hell I am brilliant," Ron thought to himself, "covered up for everything. Wonder if maybe Fred and George really are related to me and they weren't just some foreign...things dropped off of our doorstep."
"Sucks," was Harry's first response. "You could always not go..."
"Oh no way," the urgency in Ron's tone voiced his thoughts. He cleared his throat, "Besides, you know his evil ways, he could really fuck me up with the monsters he befriended if I cross him more than I do already."
"True," Hermoine sympathized. "Plus...it's a study session. You could get something out of it as well. Which test are you studying for?"
"Shit," Ron thought. A deer caught in headlights expressed his eyes. Abso-fucking-lutely no tests were scheduled for the next week. Umm...
"Studying is for lame wads," Neville chimed in, catching none of the previous conversation but joining in by making himself comfortable in the chair Ron intermittently occupied.
Harry laughed, "Only lame wads make up those kind of names." He rolled up his parchment and sighed, "You guys will never let me finish these assignments. Plus, I need research...going to library. Coming Ron?"
Not wanting further inquisition from his friend he declined, "Not tonight, got to be off soon," he replied, rolling his eyes and half smiling.
"Ah right. Well...if you don't come back I'll make sure to send a search party," Harry replied, opening the door to the staircase.
Ron laughed, "Thanks, mate." He grabbed his book on Quidditch and nodded to Neville and Hermoine. "As you've heard I must be off soon...I'll be in the shower."
Hermoine looked at her watch and realized it was almost 11, "That makes 2 of us, I'll be going as well. Night, Neville." Library "closes" in an hour.
Neville watched Hermoine and Ron heading up their respective staircases with clarity. "I knew they were fucking," he said to himself with a smirk before settling down with his Potions book.