Alrighty then. Here is the next chapter of our little Ronald story. This one just happens to be one of my personal favorites. Not only because I wrote it, but because I think it's funny. Indeed Harry does have an Obsession with Weaselys.
Disclaimer: Well first of all, saying that I own the Harry Potter characters and what not is illegal. And even though I must classify myself as a snarky badass who loves to break the rules and rip tags off of mattresses for fun, I don't have the guts to say that I created Harry Potter. And even if I said I did, no one would believe me, so why should I even bother? There you have it...I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 5: Harry's Obsession with Weaselys
By heartdamoose
"All right," said Harry standing on a small crate in the Room of Requirement during another DA meeting. "I have decided that today I am going to be testing each of you on your patronuses."
"What do you mean you're testing us?" demanded Fred outraged.
"Yeah! What are you going to do next? Give us bloody NEWTS?" added George.
"This isn't a class Harry. We have enough work as it is!"
Harry stared at the both of them blankly. "You two are going first."
Fred glared and got out his wand. People got out of his way as he walked to the center of the room.
Fred yawned lazily and gave his wand a little swing. "Expecto Patronum."
A silvery thread of light erupted from his wand that formed into the shape of a large penguin.
"That's your patronus?" said Ginny laughing. "It's a penguin!"
"Right you are sis," said Fred rumping her hair. "I see you're getting smarter. It must be the therapy."
Ginny gave Fred a death glare that would make Voldemort shudder. Fred instantly dropped it. Ginny smirked.
"Okay George my friend. You're next," said Fred as he clasped his brother's shoulder.
George grinned and walked to the center of the room. He threw his wand in the air and caught it nimbly. "Expecto Patronum!"
Out came the same silvery thread from his wand. It quickly transformed into a moose that galloped around the room and stopped in front of Luna as it pretended to eat her hat.
Luna giggled. "This reminds me of the Snorwick famine when all of the Fledgerbombs ate the majestic cappersnaps."
Silence.
"So…a moose," started Seamus. "It sure is orginal."
George bowed and left the center of the room as if it were some type of performance.
Harry looked around the room for his next victim. His eyes fell on Ron. "Ron."
"Oi! How come you're only picking Weaselys!" said Seamus, outraged. "You…you…Weasely lover!"
Meanwhile, all the blood in Ron's body had flushed all the way down to his feet. Oh crap…
Now Ron had known the minute he'd walked into the DA room that he would regret it. He'd have to show his butterfly to the whole DA!
There was only one thing he could do.
He walked to the center of the room, smiled weakly at Harry, and held up his wand nervously.
Don't think happy thoughts, don't think happy thoughts, he urged.
"Um…Expecto Plutonium."
Nothing happened except for half of the DA class laughing. The other half looked thoroughly confused.
"Er…Ron," started Harry uneasily. "You said it wrong."
Ron's eyebrows rose. "Did I really?" He hit his forehead with his hand. "Could I have another go?"
Harry nodded grimly.
He rose his wand with a shaky hand. "Expresso Patronum!"
This time everyone was laughing.
"Oh God you're kidding me," whispered Harry shaking his head. "Ron, I know you can do this. You said yourself that you almost had it. What's the deal?"
"I dunno. Let me try again. E-expecto Patronum."
A silvery whisp came out, but alas, no butterfly.
"That good enough," said Harry nodding. "You'll get it soon. Everyone has their highs and lows. Ginny, let's see yours."
"Another Weasely!" cried Seamus throwing up his hands.
The minute DA was over, Ron raced out of the room and walked away as quickly as he legs could carry him, knowing that Harry would want to talk to him.
"Psst! Weasely!" hissed a voice from inside an empty classroom.
Ron froze and turned to the door. Malfoy was leaning on the doorframe grinning. How in the world does he just appear like that?
Malfoy motioned for him to come inside. Ron followed him and leaned against the wall as Malfoy sat at a desk.
"Step into my office Weasely," he said grinning.
"Since when do you have an office?" said Ron coldly. "What do you want anyway?"
"I thought of something else I want you to do," he said, unable to keep from grinning evilly.
"Enlighten me."
Malfoy took out a piece of paper and handed it to him. "I want you to stand up and read this during dinner tomorrow to the staff, and in front of the whole school." His grin grew.
Ron read what was on the paper with a grim face. When he was finished, his eyes widened and he gulped. "You're joking."
Malfoy sneered. "I'm afraid I'm not Weasely."
"There is no way I'm doing this. Are you trying to expel me?"
"Well yeah…but that's not the point. And yes you are doing this," said Malfoy. "Because I have that wonderful picture of you and happy butterfly, on standby at the Daily Prophet for the front page," he pointed out, examining his nails.
Ron's eyes widened and he smiled innocently. "On second thought, I would love to say this um…thing."
Malfoy grinned. "Excellent."
Oh my! What could be on the paper!
hahaha...just you wait. The worst has yet to come for our little friend Ron.
(evil grin)
replies:
Salma-sol: lol. Crayons ideed. I love crayons. heehee.
kuyaga: Good. I'm glad you're not confused. And I'm also glad you're in a good mood. I would hate to be Ron as well. Through the whole story. Poor guy.
silver-star-0: Yes...only because he cheated tho. The sneak. lol. The next thing Ron's gonna have to do is a right shocker.
