Summer of Jealousy Chapter 4 Snake in the Grass


Author's noteI got my first review last night and I'm soo happy. I think I got all the bugs worked out so..yeah.
Ron's P.O.V
Ron was walking down the street with a pocket full of money when he decided to duck into the Quidditch shop for a look at some new goggles, lest

year he couldn't see straight because of all the rain he hoped that it wouldn't be that way this year but wasn't very good at Divination so better safe than

sorry. He walked out with his purchases and decided to get his new books before he ran out of money. As he walked into Flourish and Blotts he heard

the drawling voice of his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. He tried to ignore him, but it was too late Malfoy spotted him, for Ron was many inches taller than

he was at the end of term. "Weasley, don't they have second-hand shop for your kind? He snarled. "Shut it Malfoy." "I'm not in the mood to deal with

you. Ron retaliated. And with that Ron hit Malfoy straight over the head with a very heavy, very old book on goblin wars. As he walked out of Flourish

and Blotts he saw in a small window of a small shop, but it looked more like a cottage one would expect to find in a fairy Tale, two people one was

Hermione, and one Bulgarian Quidditch player, Viktor Krum. Ron could burst in there and start screaming his head off, but he didn't have to Hermione

had caught his eye. A look of guilt came across he face as she hurried out of the tea shop. Ron was disgusted. How could she? With him! He wanted to

take his wand and not use magic, but shove it in Krums eyes! But that might result in Azkaban. She came over to him and started to explain. "Ron he

was just coming to-" "Save it Hermione, I don't care what you do with that creep as long as you keep it away from me." He said. "you don't?" she

asked. "OFCOURSE I DO, HES A BIG ARSE AND IF YOU ASK ME HES NOT THAT GOOD OF A QUIDDITCH PLAYER EITHER" he

shouted. "WELL, I DON'T REMEMBER ASKING YOU" Hermione also shouted. Then they both stormed off. Ron sat alone on a stool inside the

leaky Cauldron, drinking Butter Beer. Not noticing the time for the second night in a row he sat there looking deep into the fire. He thought he saw a face

but no I couldn't be, but then he remembered the Sirius in the fire last year, but this man, though very familiar, was not Sirius, it was, yes, his uncle Billius!

After telling his uncle about all of the events that had happened over the last three days his uncle was no help he kept going off into short drowses, at

about 1:30 am Ron decided it was best to borrow some flu powder and go back home