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#6 - the space between dream and reality
Free Fall
- in which we learn some new songs -
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She dances in circles around him, twirling around, her arms held out, and he wonders vaguely if she isn't getting dizzy at all.
Weasley is our King,
she sings,
Weasley is our King,
Weasley understands
nothing,
Does not know why
people sing:
Weasley
is our King.
Taking his hands into hers, she leads him away, out of the clearing they're in, in among the trees. She walks backwards, all the time looking him in the eyes and holding his hands as they walk. Ron looks down and notices their footsteps make the oddest pattern in the snow.
Weasley is our King,
she sings, a devious smile on her face.
Weasley cannot save a
thing,
Weasley will make sure
who wins,
And that's why
You-Know-Who will sing:
Weasley
is our King.
She lets go of his hands as they come to a halt. They are out of the forest, and the snow is gone. They are standing on the edge of a cliff, so high that when he looks down, Ron can't even see the ground.
He turns to Pansy, and she smiles as she gives him a light push, and he stumbles and loses his balance, falling over the edge of the cliff. She blows him a kiss as she watches him fall.
Weasley is our King,
he hears her singing.
She hasn't got a very good singing voice.
He closes his eyes, taking in deep breaths of the air as he falls. He wonders if there is a ground, or if he'll spend the rest of eternity in this strange dreamlike fall.
He wonders if he would mind, and comes to no conclusion, and all the time he is rushing downward through the air.
And then, he hits the floor with a thud, and his eyes fly open.
There are muffled sounds in the darkness around him, and suddenly, a weight settling on his chest.
"Get away from me! I'll kill you! Haven't I suffered enough? You took away my parents! My Godfater! I hate you, Voldemort! I'll kill you!"
Ron winces, at the weight or the name, or both. He blinks up at the darkness, trying to make out the shapes, though he recognises the voice. "Harry?"
As his eyes get more and more used to the darkness, Ron can see Harry looking down on him, his foot on Ron's chest and his wand pointing at Ron's forehead.
"Oh, it's you." Harry sounds a bit sulky.
"Who else?" He frowns. "Harry? You're kind of heavy?"
"Oh. Right."
He removes his foot, and puts the wand back down on his night stand. Then, he slowly turns back to Ron, an amused smile suddenly spreading across his face. "Did you just fall out of bed?"
Ron scowls, coming to the same realisation himself. "Seems so." He glares at Harry, who is now actually outright giggling at him. "Shut up."
Harry throws him an amused look between giggles and goes back to his back to his bed.
"Night, Ron. Go to sleep."
Ron sits up, rubbing the back of his head, which is a little sore from hitting the floor. Looking towards his own bed, he can see Neville sitting up in the bed next to it on the other side, staring at him and looking rather dazed.
"What?" he asks, rather testily.
"Where did the yellow fish go?" Neville asks him, his eyes wide.
Then, before Ron can answer, he crawls back down under his covers and seems to be asleep again the next minute.
Ron stares for a while, bewildered, and then lets himself sink back to the floor.
Would it be too much to ask to live in a dormitory where everyone had wet dreams like normal teenage boys?
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