IMPORTANT Author's Note: No one's really reviewing this story, but I love writing it so I do it anyway :) I'm trying to do this chapter more like the play and following more line-by-line-ish from the play. So if they're saying kind of weird things ("By my head, here come the Gryffindors", for example) it's because they say something pretty close to exactly that in the play.
Also, this is a different type of Harry Potter-land from the books, it's darker and more depressing, I guess, so pretend that if someone performs an Unforgivable Curse that they won't be immediately expelled and sent to Azkaban for the rest of their life.
Disclaimer: I don't own aNyThInG
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Crabbe and Goyle are sitting outside under their usual tree the next evening, not noticing Ron and his gang menacingly approaching them with fake looks of kindness plastered upon their faces. Goyle suddenly looks up and notices the Gryffindor students approaching.
Goyle: By my head, here come the Gryffindors.
Crabbe: By my ass, I don't give a-
Ron (fakely cheerful): Good evening. May I have a word with one of you?
Crabbe: Pair it with something else: a word and a blow.
Ron (losing his fake attitude): Watch it, or I might actually end up doing that.
Crabbe draws his wand and Ron soon follows his lead.
Goyle (worried): We're in a public place! Go somewhere where no one is here to watch us, and do your fighting. Or else put your wands away.
Draco emerges from inside the castle and, seeing the group, starts toward his friends and enemies.
Ron: Ah, there is just the man I was looking for.
When Draco comes closer, Ron begins to speak to him. (A/N: This part might seem a bit weird now, because even though I've been reading from the book and trying to translate it line-by-line for this whole chapter, this is where I really start to do it more, so some of the things they say- like talking about loving each other- might seem a bit odd to the people who aren't reading from a Romeo and Juliet script as they read this story)
Ron: Draco, the love I have for you deserves no better term than this: you're a villain.
Draco: Ron, there is a reason that I have to love you, and it excuses the existing rage. I'm not a villain. I see you don't know me.
Ron: This doesn't excuse the injuries that you have done for me. Turn and draw.
Draco (incredulous): I've never injured you, just loved you more than you can guess. And until you learn the reason of my love, be satisfied, Ron, whose name I cherish as much as my own.
Crabbe (drawing his wand): Will you leave, Ron?
Ron: What do you want from me?
Crabbe: (A/N: Pretend that Ron has the nickname Prince of Cats) Nothing but one of your nine lives, Prince of Cats, and to beat the other eight of them. Will you draw?
Ron (smiling menacingly and slowly drawing his wand): I will draw.
Draco (in worried anticipation of the brawl about to occur): Come on, Crabbe. Don't start another fight.
Crabbe ignores him and they begin to fight. They shout horrible curses and charms back and forth, each one getting more horrible with every word they say.
Draco (desperately): Stop it! Both of you!
They don't listen.
Ron: CRUCIO!
Crabbe falls to the ground, writhing in pain, but a noise never escapes from his lips. Draco darts in front of Ron and commands him to stop before kneeling over his weakened friend.
Crabbe (weakly): I'm hurt.
He tries to stand.
Draco: Stop. I'll go get Madame Pomfrey.
He gets up, but stops when Crabbe speaks again.
Crabbe (loudly and angrily): A plague on both the houses! (He stands) It's just a scratch, but it's enough. Go get Madame Pomfrey. (He faces Draco) This is your fault. You came into this and now I'm dying! A plague on both of the houses!
He stumbles and tries to make it into the castle, which is quite far for someone on the verge of death, and he soon falls to the ground, dead. Goyle and Draco rush to his body only to discover that he truly is dead. Uncontrollable tears fill Draco's eyes that are not visible to anyone else in the moonlight. He can't help but know that this is all his fault.
Draco (thinking): Someone I am supposed to think of as practically family now, because he is Ginny's brother, has now done nothing but killed my best friend. Has my love for this woman done anything besides take away my courage? What have I done?!
He turns to find Ron and his friends gone, but he vows to avenge his best friend's death, and in turn to kill Ron. He leaps up and sprints into the castle, running through the halls in desperate need of finding him. He reaches the portrait that leads to the Gryffindor common room, and recites the password he used to get into the room just a few nights before, and it works. He throws himself through the portrait hole, and sure enough finds Ron and his followers the only ones on the other side. The whole group of them stares at him, with his messy clothes and his face wet from tears. Most of the school is in the Dining Hall eating their dinner, so thankfully there are not many people available to witness whatever happens.
Draco (through gritted teeth): Are you happy with what you've done, Ron? Now either you, or me, or both of us will have to join Crabbe up in the sky.
Ron: And it will be you.
Draco: This will determine that!
They both draw their wands and begin dueling. Draco is spilling over with anger, it's practically visible pouring from his ears and his eyes. Barely even conscious of what he is doing, he cuts to the chase.
Draco: AVADA KEDAVRA!
A blinding flash of green light fills the room for a nanosecond, and when it disappears, Ron's collapsed corpse is visible on the stained ground. Time seems to stand still as Draco stands, sweating, panting, tears streaming down his dirty face. Harry and Dean, the others in the room, are too shocked to respond, and when they finally tear their eyes away from the body, Draco is gone, leaving nothing but the noise of the portrait hole closing and a gust of wind.
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Goyle knows what Draco has done when he sees him looking so shaken in the Entrance Hall just a few minutes later. He is shocked to see that his friend would be in such a public area after killing someone.
Goyle (hastily): You must leave! Everyone will know it is you who has killed Ron! You must leave, Draco! Flee from here!
Draco sprints through the castle, running so quickly he looks like nothing but a blur has he passes you, off to somewhere where he hopefully will not be discovered. Goyle goes outside and stands by Crabbe's dead body, where a large crowd of students and teachers alike has how gathered.
Dumbledore (stern and angry): Which way has the killer run? Where is the person who has killed Crabbe?
Goyle says nothing but points to Gryffindor tower.
Dumbledore: Where are the starters of this deathly brawl?
Goyle (sadly): The beginners of this mess have both been put to rest. (A/N: I didn't mean for that to rhyme) Ron had killed Crabbe, so in turn Draco killed him.
McGonagall: Ron?! My student! A student of my house! Blood has been spilled of someone in my house!
Dumbledore: Goyle, who started this brawl?
Goyle: Ron challenged Draco to a fight, but he didn't accept it, so in his turn Crabbe accepted the challenge. Ron then killed him with the Crutatius Curse, and so Draco, in anger and revenge, followed Ron to Gryffindor Tower and there killed him.
McGonagall (disbelieving): I don't believe you! But if what you speak of is- God forbid- true, then Draco must no longer live!
Dumbledore (solemnly): We cannot kill him, but for what he has done, he is banned from Hogwarts.
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A/N: Bleh, was that any good? I had to bend a lot of HP stuff to make it work. Pretend that the Crutatius Curse can kill people, not just make them be in lots of pain and go insane. Also, when Crabbe says it's just a scratch, he means it figuratively. Please review! I wrote and posted this quickly because this is so fun to do! I hope people review this chapter :)
