Chapter 2: Oh Lord.
The next morning, Ron awoke with a start as his alarm clock droned loudly. Dimly, he heard the rustling of the others waking up and the sound of a shower going on. Other than that, silence reigned in the dorm room. Groggily, he moved his legs towards the side of the bed and sat up. "Harry…" he called out sleepily, though it sounded more like a groan.
"Yea?" the brunette asked, as he peeked through Ron's crimson bed curtain. A lopsided grin was on his tired face. Ron also noticed Harry's hair standing out more than usual, as if he just had the… best shag of his life?
"Dear God…" Ron groaned loudly this time, as the figure of Pansy appeared behind his best friend. "Don't tell me… oh God…"
"Morning Weasley," Pansy spoke, a smirk etched on her features, "And how are we this lovely morning?"
"Just about to throw up, thank you very much," Ron replied, before setting eyes upon his best friend, "I can't believe you."
"Ron really, we didn't even do anything," was Harry's reply as the brunette threw open the curtain. Both he and Pansy were clad in their school uniform. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Alright…alright," Ron mumbled, as he pushed past the two. Just as he was about to enter the bathroom, he added, "Oh and when you see Hermoine, do me a favor and hex the shit out of her. Thank you and goodbye." With that he slammed the door. Harry and Pansy watched with bemused expressions, before shrugging and heading downstairs. There was still ten minutes before breakfast and a nice morning snog was in order.
When Ron pushed open the doors to the Great Hall, the redhead expected one out of three things to happen: one, to have a nice peaceful breakfast that consisted of five plates of whatever the House Elves served that morning; two, to find the couples snogging like crazy, while he lost his appetite for the next two days; or three, to have Voldemort come out of the sky, do the funky chicken and then die…just die.
Unfortunately for Ron, what did happen that morning would have him begging for all three… especially number three.
"Ron!" he heard a familiar voice cry as Hermoine called him over to the Gryffindor table. She was seated in her usual spot at center of Gryffindor table. He glanced over to see Harry at his usual left, while on her right sat… HER!
And by her, meaning that girl who bloody kissed him during Prefect duties. Ron did a double take to make sure. Long black hair and blue eyes… yes it definitely was the girl who –Malfoy so elegantly called it– de-virginized his lips. The redhead narrowed his eyes and refused to move another inch. "I think I'll sit here, thank you very much."
Hermoine only raised her eyebrows. "At the foot of the Great Hall entrance?"
"Well bloody hell Granger," Draco's smooth voice answered, as he moved towards a pouting Ron, "If Weasley wants to spend quality time with the door, then it'd be cruel of you to stop him and his merry old fun. Right Weasley?"
Ron saw the words "Oh Bugger Yourself Malfoy" flash through his mind, but refused to voice them no matter how tempting. Letting Malfoy insult him didn't seem as bad as being in proximity of her. At least the Slytherin blonde didn't push him into the closet and kiss…no molest him.
"Weasley," he heard Draco whisper. The redhead snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the boy sitting beside him. "She's gone now…so you can…you know…stop holding my arm like that."
Ron's eyes widened considerably, as he finally registered Draco's arm around his tight grip. He let go immediately and began to apologize. "Sorry. Just…"
"Yea I know, you were molested…you didn't want to be molested again…" Draco continued in a bored tone. A smirk played on his lips, "Now let's go get some food before your stomach starts to work again, and you start to whine like a baby."
The two headed towards the Slytherin table, and sat down near Pansy and Blaise. The two, Draco noticed suspiciously, were talking in hushed tones until their eyes settled upon Ron. Then they stopped altogether. "Hello Weasley," Pansy called out as she patted the empty seat beside her. Ron eyed her warily, but settled on the empty seat anyways. He was starving.
"Pansy, what is this all about?" Draco asked once he settled himself besides Ron. She sent him a look of complete innocence, before turning to the redhead once again.
"Ron before you stuff that in your mouth, I want you to meet someone dear to me." Before Ron could reply, she called over someone from the far end of the table. Like lightening, that person flew towards them and landed…right on Ron's lap.
"Hey Ronnie!" the girl greeted with a high pitch voice.
"Hi…"
The girl ignored the visible grimace on his features and instead took one look at his full plate. With a sigh, she said, "Oh Ronnie, you can't eat things like that. Here, have a piece of lettuce." Ron watched in complete horror as she pushed his plate aside, and conjured up another plate…of lettuce. Once she was done, the girl with raven hair patted him on the cheek lightly, like a mother would do to a baby. "You are so cute!"
That made Draco laugh. "Weasley…cute? What a bloody scary thought."
"DON'T INSULT HIM YOU BAD PERSON!" the girl screamed, her high pitch reaching new heights.
"I can bloody hell insult anyone I please," Draco replied easily, as if her bloodcurdling scream was nothing but a mere whisper. "And now would you please get the shit out of my way and let me eat my breakfast in peace." With that he grabbed Ron's plate –much to the protest of the redhead beside him– and began to munch on a piece of toast. Until the raven hair girl slapped him of course.
As the resounding sound of the slap echoed across the Great Hall, everyone looked up to see what just happened. Even several of the professors, most of who didn't care about the trifles and tribulations of student life, decided to stop all movement.
Quietly and, to the surprise of many, very calmly, Draco placed down his toast onto the plate, stood up and walked out the Great Hall. All eyes were upon him as he did this, especially Ron's. The redhead absolutely thought the blonde would've destroyed the bouncing girl on his lap.
And clearly everyone else in the room.
"My gosh, what a spoiled little child," the girl muttered, causing Ron to twitch. He was about to scream bloody murder at her when suddenly a popping sound could be heard from above. Ron looked overhead and found a levitating pitcher of orange juice. Draco's doing of course. He looked to the door and found it creaked open a tiny bit, as the vision of pale gray eyes flashed before his eyes. Definitely Draco's doing. And in one second, Ron shoved the girl off of his lap just as the pitcher tipped over and the orange juice landed all on the unsuspecting girl's hair.
Everyone else watched in complete awe as this occurred, before complete pandemonium broke out. Ron vaguely heard Seamus scream out "FOOD FIGHT" before slipping out of the Great Hall and bumping into Draco.
"Bloody brilliant," Ron said once the two were balanced again. Draco only smirked deeply as screams and the sound of food flying filled the air.
"Well I am the best aren't I," the blonde replied smugly. He motioned for Ron to follow him down the corridor.
"I don't know if I could fit, considering that your monstrous ego is taking up the entire space," Ron replied with a smirk of his own. Nevertheless, he quickened his pace till he was in step with the blonde. "So," Ron began, "What are we going to do now?"
Imperturbably, Draco replied, "Well we just poured orange juice on an unsuspecting bitch, started the biggest food fight in all of Hogwarts history, and caused a huge ruckus that will undoubtly end sometime next week. We will probably get detention, yelled at for approximately an hour –give or take a few minutes if it's McGonagall– and get bashed by the Ravenclaws for years to come. So if my calculations are correct, I say we should run for the hills and never return."
Ron snorted at this. "Lovely plan, almighty Draco…except of course the wards on the castle that will probably disintegrate our bodies if we try to cross them."
"Oh yes, that."
"Yes, that."
Draco placed a slim finger to his temple, tapping it gently as if in deep thought. "Well I suppose we could go for a bit of flying, then swing over to the Headmasters office where I'm sure our doom awaits."
A pause.
"Fine with me."
Twenty minutes after the food fight of all food fights started, a very peeved McGonagall stormed through the room and stopped all actions with the flick of her wrist. Steam seemed to be pouring out of her ears as she reprimanded each and every student for participating in such a "grotesque" activity. With a booming voice she ordered everyone to clean up the mess…muggle style. Obviously, not everyone was amused.
"Where the hell are Ron and Malfoy," Harry asked as he edged towards Hermoine. The brunette was busy scrubbing some of the stains from the table Seamus happened to spread the syrup on, causing everything to stick like glue. Harry, himself, was helping by detangling all the utensils from the mass of syrup. It was not a pretty sight indeed.
"I think Marie was a little too strong for Ron," Hermoine replied absentmindedly, as she continued scrubbing a particularly difficult spot. Harry only stared at her incredulously. "Oh did you say something Harry?"
"No, lets discuss what you said."
"Oh yes do tell!" Pansy butt in, as she wrapped an arm around Harry. Blaise was behind her, with a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other.
"Pansy, I told you to help me!" the boy whined, as he dropped the two items unceremoniously. He sent a glare at her direction, though immediately softened at the sight of his girlfriend. "Hey love. Now what's this thing I'm hearing about Marie being too strong for Ron?"
"She just is," was her simple reply. Everyone looked at her expectedly. "Well I mean, at first I thought her hyperactive nature would match with Ron."
Pansy looked at her with wide eyes. "That girl nearly killed me with her squeaky voice and crazy attitude. Ron may be odd, but he's not," she paused as a few Ravenclaws passed by, "BLOODY INSANE."
"True…" Hermoine sighed, "Though he can be close when he's sugar high."
"Don't remind me." Harry reminisced, as his lips formed a wide grin, "He and Draco nearly destroyed our eardrums singing that rock song over and over again."
"…Then they bounced on all the furniture..."
"…Leaving the greatest mess in our Common Room…"
"…That I heard even rivals the mess after Dean and Seamus last fight..."
"Good times."
"Good times."
The Slytherins looked at their respective partners with eyebrows raised. "So that's what Draco was doing that night he didn't come back to the dungeons," they both said simultaneously. "And here we thought he was getting the best shag of his life."
"Speaking of Malfoy," Harry intervened, not really eager to hear about his ex-arch-enemy's escapades. And oh were there many. "Who have you decided to hook him up with?"
A grin played on Pansy's lips as she motioned to a tall girl trying to brush the crumbs of a scone out of her hair. The girl, Harry had to admit, was beautiful…even with the scone. Her eyes were of a pale blue, like the sky after a soft spring shower, and her skin was a creamy pale. Her fingers were long and manicured, with a tint of blue on nail's edge. She smiled gently at him once their eyes met and he quickly turned to Pansy… who was tapping her foot impatiently.
"Now since my boyfriend stopped goggling," she sent a playful glare at him, "I can finally show you who the girl is."
Harry looked at her incredulously. "Wait…the girl I was looking at wasn't her?"
Pansy rolled her eyes, as she lightly smacked her forehead, "Of course not! Luna would absolutely murder us if we touched Aurora."
Now this made Harry's eyes widen even more. "Wait…Luna…and her…"
"Duh," the three replied with deadpanned looks upon their faces. "Weren't you listening when Luna announced it after dinner?" Hermoine asked, secretly wondering if her best friend was off his rocker. Just a week ago, Luna decided to visit the Gryffindor Common Room to tell the trio about the new love of her life. And to Hermoine's knowledge, Harry was definitely there.
"Oh that's what she was talking about!" Harry replied happily, as things finally clicked. "I just though they were good friends."
"Good friends who kiss?" Blaise asked, his face mirroring his girlfriend's look of disbelief.
"Well Seamus and Dean are good friends and they kiss all the time."
Pause.
"Oh Harry," Pansy proclaimed loudly in an exasperated voice. She grabbed hold of his hand and began to drag him out the door. "I think I need to spend some more time educating you." She sent a quick wave towards Hermoine and Blaise before waltzing out the door with Harry in tow.
The two left behind burst out laughing when Harry's voice drifted down the hallway, "But Pansy you already went over potion's homework this morning."
"That boy is so oblivious," Blaise commented once the laughter ceased. The pair were back to cleaning the remainder of Draco and Ron's food fight…or at least Blaise was back to cleaning. Hermoine was plotting evilly. "So what is your idea now?" he asked, while rubbing at a few stains that just wouldn't go away.
"Oh nothing," she replied nonchalantly while waving her wand and clearing the stains with one flick of her wrist. "Just thinking about the two troublemakers."
"You mean the ambiguously stupid duo?"
"Who… I GOT IT!" Hermoine screamed at the top of her lungs. All eyes in the Great Hall turned to watch the brunette prefect jump up and down in excitement. "I got it, I got it, I got it…" She grabbed Blaise's hands and moved them to her beat. "I got it, I…"
"Love, you're scaring the little children," was Blaise's simple reply as he motioned to a group of first years eyeing them with apprehension. They were all huddling in the corner with wide eyes and agape mouths.
Hermoine sent them a sheepish grin, before turning to her boyfriend in complete excitement. "I have the plan of all plans!"