Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling, nothing in this fanfiction is mine.
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AN: Hi everyone,
Here is a bonus chapter I wrote in French some time ago. It took me a long time to translate it, but I hope you'll like it ! :)
See you next time !
Alex
Bonus 1
"...remember that if you transfigure a part of your body, it will return to its original form after ..."
In the back of the classroom, Ron Weasley yawned loudly. With 6th year Transfiguration classes taking place first thing on Friday mornings, he always found it hard to stay awake.
Ron turned his head vaguely to the left to check if Hermione was taking notes from Professor McGonagall's speech, and was reassured to see that his friend was — as usual — drinking in the Deputy Headmistress' words, her quill gliding across the parchment at a pace far too fast for his tired eyes.
He forced himself to dip his quill in the inkwell and write a few words. At the very least, Hermione would lend him her notes if she saw him put in some effort.
As he scribbled some instructions on his parchment, he overheard a discussion that was probably intended to be discreet, but which he could make out perfectly.
"No, not even in your dreams. You'll never get me to set foot there."
"Come on, I promise we'll have a great time!"
Ron frowned as he wrote down his Transfiguration lesson. He looked up to identify the source of the whispers. He didn't have to look far.
At the table directly in front of his, he saw his best friend, Harry Potter, shaking his head.
"I hate that guy, and I know exactly what kind of party it will be. I'm not going. For once, you'll have to find someone else."
To his left, a blonde girl in a green collared robe punched him in the shoulder. Ron winced, that must have hurt.
"Idiot, you're my boyfriend, you're the only one I want to go with me," the girl replied, sticking her forefinger into Harry's chest.
Ron nodded at this. Although he didn't know what the two of them were talking about, it was a very valid argument.
"Sorry Daphne, but I really don't want to be paraded as a trophy before every guest in the room."
"Should I remind you that the only interest in this evening is the guests, and the network they can bring to us?"
"Oh, come on, how very Slytherin of you. What network would I need? Am I not the Chosen One after all?"
Ron distinctly saw Harry send a mocking smile at the blonde Slytherin, who in turn hit him again.
The redhead chuckled inwardly as he saw his friend rubbing his shoulder while grumbling.
She can be really mean, that one!
"I'm warning you, Potter, you'd better come with me, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what, Greengrass?"
"Otherwise... I don't know yet, but it won't be nice!"
Harry chuckled, "You still think you scare me after all this time?"
"I think I've been a little too nice to you. I'm going to rectify that..."
Ron was following the argument like someone watching Quidditch. It was even more interesting than a Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff match!
"Miss Greengrass and Mr. Potter!" interrupted Professor McGonagall, in a tone that clearly meant that her patience had reached its limit a long time ago, "I am well aware that your private life is particularly exciting and needs to be shared with as many people as possible, but I would ask you to wait until the end of class for that."
Harry blushed visibly at her words. Someone whistled, and Daphne shot a murderous look in the direction of Seamus Finnigan — who slumped a little in his chair — before replying to the Transfiguration teacher.
"Yes ma'am."
"Alright, five points from Slytherin and Gryffindor, for this interruption."
Ron frowned. Why couldn't Minerva McGonagall be like Severus Snape? Beside him, Hermione glared at Harry, as if he was the only one responsible for the loss of points.
The stern deputy headmistress finally resumed her lecture with a last glance at the couple of troublemakers.
"You will now try to change the colour of your nails. To do this, open your textbook to page 133."
A thud told Ron that Hermione had already taken out the Transfiguration book. He folded up his parchment and pushed his things to the side.
The rest of the class was far less fun. Harry and Daphne had stopped chatting and only spoke to pronounce the new Transfiguration incantations they were supposed to learn. They probably didn't want to incur the wrath of Professor McGonagall any further.
In the time that remained, Ron managed to turn each of his nails into a different colour. He was particularly proud of this, and even Hermione nodded her head in approval when she saw the result.
The bell finally rang at the end of the two-hour class, and all the Gryffindor and Slytherin students in the class were released by the Transfiguration teacher.
"For the next time, you will write sixty centimeters of parchment about the various possibilities of transforming your hands. I strongly recommend that you consult Emeric Switch's books for your research."
"Is she serious?" Ron hissed to Hermione in a low voice, "Sixty centimeters? We've been handing in homework over homework since the beginning of the year!"
"Yes, Ronald, this is what Newt level courses look like. I don't understand why you're complaining, if you didn't want the homework, you shouldn't have continued with Transfiguration." replied her tablemate as she put her things away.
She put her textbook in her bag and nodded to Ron that she had something to ask Professor McGonagall. Ron rolled his eyes. She did that in every class.
He left the room quickly and leaned against the wall near the door to wait for Hermione to finish.
He whistled for a moment as he watched the other students leave. As a matter of principle, he sent a tripping curse at Malfoy, who was breathing a little too hard for his liking. The blond fell forward and his bag spilled out into the corridor. He sent a hateful look at Ron who merely raised an eyebrow as if to say, he had nothing to do with it.
Malfoy obviously had no desire to fight him, and left after collecting his things. Ron wasn't surprised by his attitude, the Slytherin had seemed distracted since the beginning of the year, and hardly ever went out of his way to antagonize Ron or Harry.
Just as he was thinking about his friend, Harry came out of the classroom — without his girlfriend, Ron noted — and stopped at his level.
"Hey Ron," he said as he too leaned against the wall, "I have to go to the kitchen quickly, you wanna come?"
"I'm waiting for Hermione," Ron replied, "She'll get mad again if we leave without telling her. You know how she is."
Harry winced as if to say that yes, he did know.
"Well, I'm going, I don't want to be late for Charms."
"Aren't you waiting for Daphne?"
He knew the answer, but Ron still wanted to hear it from Harry.
"She's a big girl," Harry scowled, "She's able to find her way around the castle without me escorting her."
Ron sighed, "What's the matter with you guys now..."
"Nothing, everything is fine."
"Okay, then take your girlfriend to the party."
Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise, "How do you know about Slughorn's party?"
Ah, Slughorn's party.
"I didn't, I just heard you and Daphne discussing it during class."
His friend had the decency to look a little embarrassed.
"Oh, I guess you did," he said, a little red in the face "She's been pestering me for two days to go. But I really don't want to..."
"Hey, I'm with you on this one. A party like that, it must be hell," said Ron.
If what Harry was saying was even half true, then he was rather glad not to be invited by the Potions teacher.
"You don't say. But Daphne loves it. You should see her, complimenting old Sluggy. He eats out of the palm of her hand at every party," Harry ran a hand through his hair, "especially when she makes a show of parading me around."
Ron agreed, "If there's one thing your girlfriend deserves, it's her place in Slytherin. Frankly Harry, it kills me to say this, but if she doesn't end up Minister of Magic one day, then I don't know anything about politics."
"Tell you what? It's probably her ambition," sighed Harry, dejectedly, "But anyway, there's no way I'm going to go with her to that bloody party. Seriously, can you imagine me in the middle of a bunch of guests with that viper by my side? I'd rather play Exploding Snap with Seamus..."
"And what are you going to say to Daphne? You know you're not able to say no to her for very long."
Harry raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Wait a minute, what are you implying? That she has me wrapped around her little finger?"
"Honestly? Yes."
Ron chuckled as he dodged a stinging hex from his friend.
"Well, you're going to be surprised. Because I'm telling you right now that I won't be going."
"No way," Ron said flatly, "you're far too scared of her."
Harry snorted dismissively.
"I'm willing to give you my captain badge at the next Quidditch match if I am seen at this party."
"We will talk about it at Christmas, buddy."
"If you say so. Well, I'm going."
Just as he was about to turn away, a female voice was heard coming from the Transfiguration room.
"By the way Harry, you might want to start thinking about what you'll wear at the party."
Harry and Ron turned as one toward Daphne Greengrass, who was watching them with a smirk on her face. Beside her, Pansy Parkinson and Tracey Davies pouted, irritated that their friend felt compelled to annoy the Gryffindors.
"My dress is going to be green, obviously, so find something that doesn't clash too much with that colour."
Harry frowned at the confidence in her voice.
"You can keep dreaming, Greengrass," he grumbled.
Daphne walked over to him and put her hand on his cheek. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment before the Slytherin spoke again.
"Although, I think green would suit you perfectly too, my dear."
The blonde then stood on tiptoes and kissed him furtively. She gently patted his cheek as she withdrew, and left in the company of Davies and Parkinson, who seemed exasperated by her behaviour.
"See you later, Gryffindors!" threw Daphne over her shoulder, without looking back.
Seeing Harry's face, Ron couldn't take it anymore, and burst out laughing. That girl was really amazing!
"Good luck, mate," he said with tears in his eyes and a pat on his friend's back, who had turned as red as a Weasley can get, "you're going to need it!"
-oo0oo-
One evening in the Gryffindor common room, Ron Weasley was absent-mindedly munching on a pumpkin pasty, alone on a couch. He was in a sullen mood because, although he didn't want to admit it, he had just seen Hermione off to the Slughorn party with Cormac McLaggen.
He knew they were not on the best of terms at the moment, but still!
"Anyway, she can do whatever she wants..." he muttered morosely.
He swallowed the last bite of his treat and got up from the chair, determined to find something to do.
Maybe he should just spend the evening with Lavender. For some reason, that didn't really seem appealing tonight.
Realising that he was hungry despite what he had just eaten, he left the common room to visit the elves in the kitchen.
Exiting the fat lady's portrait, he came face to face with one of the last people he expected to meet.
"Greengrass?" he said with a raised eyebrow, "what in Merlin's name are you doing here?"
"Mind your own business, Weasley. I'm not here for you."
The young woman was waiting in front of the portrait, her elbow leaning casually against the corner of the wall. But what struck Ron most was that the Slytherin was wearing a beautiful emerald green evening gown, which reminded him of the colour of someone's eyes...
He had barely had time to finish his thought when the portrait behind him opened again, revealing none other than Harry Potter who abruptly froze on the threshold when he saw them.
A few seconds of silence passed before the wheels started spinning in Ron's brain. Daphne Greengrass and Harry Potter, both dressed up as if they were going to a party. When the conclusion came, a big smile lit up his face.
"Well, well, well, who do we have there?" he said cheerfully, all traces of his previous melancholy vanished, "Good evening ahead, Harry?"
"Erm..."
"Definitely better than yours, Weasley. Come on Harry, we're going to be late," interrupted Daphne. She then gave her boyfriend a critical look, before adding with a smile, "You look very handsome tonight. For a Gryffindor, at least."
She wrapped her arm around Harry's and pulled him towards the stairs.
Ron, who had been watching their interaction, called out before Harry disappeared from his sight.
"Hey Harry, get me an autograph from Gwenog Jones, if she's there, will you?"
Harry turned his head, "Erm, okay Ron."
Ron smirked at him, "I think you meant to say 'Okay, Captain', didn't you?"
He just had enough time to see his friend wince before the lovers turned the corner. Then, he heard Daphne's voice in the distance.
"What does he mean by this captain thing?"
"Daphne, please let it go..."
"No, go on, tell me. We have time."
Ron burst out laughing in the middle of the hallway, in front of a very confused Fat Lady, who was at a complete loss about what just happened before her eyes.