It's me again! Lovely to see you all. Maybe not see exactly. Anyway, I'll tell you right now this plot doesn't really further the plot at all, but it was very fun to write. So read it if you want to or wait for the next chapter. Also I'd be honored if Zan189 would recommend my story. Till next time.
Chapter Seven
WRF: World Rodent Federation
or
Rodent Dome Smackdown
The morning after their ill fated meeting with Professor Snape, the trio, very groggily, shuffled to the Great Hall. Ginny was giving the group the cold shoulder for ruining the end of her date, and Hermione was hung over and in a foul mood; so the two boys sat by themselves trying to finish all the homework they should have been doing last night. As the owls poured through the windows the older students mechanically moved the food to avoid owl…erm…droppings. Ron and Harry did snicker a bit when a first year's omelet got bombed. Ron was cut off mid-snicker as a newspaper hit the back of his head, sending it crashing into his bacon. Harry caught the paper and began using it to sop up spilled pumpkin juice until he noticed the headline.
MINISTRY BAFFLED BY EXPLODING PENGUINES!
Ministry of Magic official have been working round the clock to
find the perpetrators behind this unexplained phenomena…
This really has nothing to do with the storyline, but it is fascinating, isn't it? I mean, exploding penguins! Who wouldn't want to read about that? Hmmm…maybe I should get on with the story.
The boys got up to go to their next class, Ron still wiping grease off of his face. On the way out they were waylaid by none other than Draco Malfoy.
Gleefully he questioned, "Is it true that Ron Weasel and Gary Pothead have detention?"
Ron belligerently said "What's it to ya?" while Harry shouted "My name is HARRY!"
"Come on, are you scared of me Wonder Weasel?" Malfoy taunted.
"Quit calling me weasel, you overgrown ferret!" Ron paused, "Oh by the way, Malfoy, I have a little something of yours that I doubt you would want your fan club to know about." He said slyly.
"You ain't got nothin' on me, Weasely!" Malfoy yelled nervously.
"Oh yeah? What do you think of this, Mr. High-and-Mighty Platinum Blonde?" Ron pulled a bottle of blonde hair dye out of his bag.
"Where did you get that?" Malfoy leapt to snatch it out of Ron's hands.
Ron held it above his head and laughed. "It fell out of your bag yesterday."
Malfoy pulled his wand out of his sleeve and fired off a spell. Ron barely managed to whip his out and rattle off a spell of his own. The two curses hit each other and made a blinding flash of light; then just as suddenly, Ron and Draco were no longer there. In their places were a weasel and a ferret respectively.
The two rodents squeaked in outrage and began galloping towards each other. Harry thought this was outrageously funny and sat down to watch the fur fly. The weasel launched himself into the air, but at the last moment the ferret dodged out of the way of the flying tackle. The weasel somersaulted onto the ground as the ferret prepared for his assault.
By this time more students had come out of the Great Hall to witness the epic battle. Harry had started a betting pool on who would win. Most of the students were unaware of the identities of the rodents, but that didn't really matter to them. They had formed an arena by circling the two combatants, and were trying to do the wave.
The weasel was on his feet again after his heavy landing. He bared his teeth at the white ferret running as fast as his little legs could carry him. Just as the ferret was going to hit the weasel, the brownish-red rodent leapt into the air and landed gracefully on top of the white animal. The ferret curved into a U and began scratching his assailant.
The crowd of students watching the fight was at fever pitch as the battle came into close quarters. At every move the wily creatures made a fresh wave of cheering would emanate from the teens.
The ferret was latched onto his foe's stomach and wouldn't let go. The weasel reared onto his hind legs, front legs pawing the air majestically. The weasel fans all roared with delight. The brown animal allowed himself to fall to the ground, slamming the ferret's back into the ground. This stunned his opponent long enough for the weasel to escape from his clutches, but in a flash the snowy rodent was back on his feet and ready for more.
The little creatures circled each other, looking for a weakness in the other's defenses. The spectators were hushed expectantly. Professor Logan had come, causing mild consternation before placing a bet on the weasel. Harry was holding a bag of galleons with one hand, and had his fingers crossed with the other. The two mini-warriors began to hiss at each other dangerously.
Then, like a furry bolt of lightning, the ferret attacked the weasel. A cheer erupted from the ferret fans. The two were fighting so furiously that all the watchers could see was a brown and white ball.
Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall were flung open and Professor McGonagall stormed in.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS!" She yelled angrily at the "figure of authority", Professor Logan.
"It's just a…um…a little…err…bit of entertainment the students are…uh…putting on." Logan stammered.
"ENTERTAINMENT! YOU CALL THIS ENTERTAINMENT! I SHOULD CALL THE ASPCA ON YOU!"
"Well the ASPCA might not care because they aren't really animals, um, per say." Professor Logan looked like he would be perfectly happy if a sink-hole formed below his feet.
"Wait, what do you mean 'they aren't really animals'? Are you saying these are STUDENTS?" McGonagall looked like she wanted to strangle the hapless professor.
The witch stomped over to the still battling rodents, pushing her way through the crowd of students and waved her wand in a complex pattern. Now in the ring sat a much mussed Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasely.
McGonagall fixed her death glare on them and said, "The only reason you aren't going to be punished severely for this is because I hold Professor Logan responsible. However you two will still receive a weeks worth of detention licking stamps."
The sometime ferret, Draco Malfoy, struggled to his feet, grabbed his bag, and ran off to his next class. The former weasel, Ron Weasely, snatched his bag and marched in the direction of his next class, accompanied by Harry.
Harry had had to refund all of the galleons he had collected. He sighed and said, "Well that didn't work. Next time we should have hot cheerleaders and nachos.