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Chapter 51 ~ More Issues to Come

Currently, Ron and Hermione were sat at the locker room in the tent of the Gryffindor quidditch team. The red-orange haired teen looked at himself, looking at his lanky, yet built body, that reflected the small bags under his eyes. Ever since he transformed, he started to experience more stress and anger issues. His own self produced guilt and self-hatred wouldn't stop bugging him, but he welcomed it with open arms.

"Come on, I know you'll do great out there on the field. I've seen you during practice and you're amazing," Hermione tried to ease his trembling figure. "Just try."

He looked up at her, giving her a sad smile, "I guess so."

"RON! GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE! THE MATCH IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!" came the booming, demanding voice of the captain for the Gryffindor quidditch team, Angelina Johnson, which happened to be his older brother, Fred, girlfriend.

He growled in response, making him stand up from the bench he sat with Hermione. It made her worried to see Ron in this type of state. It had always made her scared that if she did the wrong move, she would be greeted with glowing red eyes.

"Wait!" Hermione gently grabbed him by is left waist, making his halt.

She walked over to him, giving him a kiss on his right cheek, making him blush lividly from his cheeks to ears. Ron smiled at her, hugging her closer to him.

"Good luck," she whispered to him.

"WEASLEY! IF YOU DON'T GET OVER HERE, I WILL SHOVE YOUR BROOMSTICK UP-"

"Geez woman, calm down," Ron rolled her eyes, giving Hermione a quick peck on the lips.

Hermione softly chuckled, watching the flaps of the tents consume him away from her. She went out to see an open seat by Neville.

As she dozed off the her thoughts, they were soon interrupted with Luna's dreamy voice, coming from the speaker, for she was the hostess of the game. Out came the teams of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Ron kicked his feet from the ground, feeling himself levitate into the cloudy skies. He felt himself heating up from the cheers of the Gryffindors to him and his teammates.

"You can do it, mate," Harry patted Ron on the back, hoping that would boost his confidence levels up.

Ron smiled, "You too."

Suddenly, they heard the whistle from Madam Hooch. The cheer roared with excitement. Everyone knew that this quidditch match was going to be one hell of a match. After all, it was Gryffindor against Slytherin. To find more comfort, Ron looked into the crowd to see his girlfriend waving at him.

"GO, RON!" he could hear her.

His heart melted at the sight of her cheering on for him. Even if he thought he was rubbish as keeper, he knew Harry and Hermione would be there for him to encourage him. He gave her his famous lopsided grin, making her blush a bit.

Then, he sensed an incoming quaffle coming in his way. A chaser from Slytherin came zooming past through Katie Bell, narrowly escaping her stealing the quaffle away from him. The chaser threw the quaffle which such force, though Ron caught it on time, passing the quaffle to Katie.

"Ronald has just saved an incoming quaffle!" Lee announced.

The whole Gryffindors cheered for Ron. He wasn't really used to people cheering for him. He instead was used to people calling out his flaws, especially being a known werewolf to all. Ron snapped out of his thoughts to spot Harry still looking for the snitch, as he flew swiftly around the pitch along with Slytherin's slimy seeker, Draco Malfoy.

Ron knew that for a fact that Malfoy got seeker because he payed to play. His crystal blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the Slytherin, hoping that he would somehow fall off his stupid expensive broom.

As Ron saw the quaffle passing back and forth between his teammate, he said a chorus of people singing.

Weasley cannot save a single thing,

He cannot block a single ring

That's why Slytherins all sing:

Weasley is our King

Ron slowly turned to his back to spot to his horror of the Slytherins, mocking him, even though he saved a quaffle from getting into the ring. He lowered his eyes, feeling his determination slowly deteriorate from himself. That was then Warrington, one of the Slytherin chasers scored a point. The Slytherins sneered, continuing to sing.

Weasley is our King,

Weasley is our King,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our King.

The Weasley felt himself losing it. His emotions. All of his emotions became too complicated for him to control anymore. He gripped onto his broomstick tightly, as if he was practicing to strangle Draco's neck.

Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring…

In that moment, Ron lost all control of his body. The sadistic tone of the song made him feel worthless. He dared not to question he and Hermione's love again. Another quaffle makes it into the goal, making the Slytherins cheer. Ron knew that those little bastards could see him losing all hope for himself, which ultimately made them sing even louder than before.

WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN,

HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN…

Hermione's eyes were watering to see how broken down Ron looked like currently.

She cried out, "RON! SNAP OUT OF IT! PLEASE!"

The horrific song subsided her pleas, as they sung:

WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN,

WEASLEY IS OUR KING…

Harry looked over at Ron's still figure, worried for the well-being of his best friend. He approached him, trying to snap him out of it, until:

"Harry, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Angelina yelled at him. "GET GOING!"

"Ron, snap out of it. Don't listen to them! You can't let them get to you," Harry whispered over to Ron, knowing that he could hear him perfectly. "Can't you hear Hermione? She's been trying to get to you."

With that, Harry went flying away from him, trying to find the snitch. Ron's eyes slowly traveled towards Hermione's petite figure, as he heard the chorus of snakes singing that dreadful song repeatedly.

"Ron!" she cried out, finally seeing his crystal blue eyes that seemed to darken by the second. "Don't!"

That was then Ron felt excruciating pain going through his spine to his head. He was going absolute mental! He gripped onto his hair tightly, while hissing with pain. Hermione took note of his suffering and went over to Hagrid, who was two seats behind her.

"Hagrid, we have the stop the game! Ron's losing it," Hermione pleaded to the half giant.

"I'd be glad to 'elp 'Ermione, but der's no stoppin' de game," Hagrid said to her.

Hermione bit her lower lip, already taking plan B into action. She ran down the stairs, until she made it to the pitch. Of course she knew her action was reckless, but she knew that if she didn't do this, Ron would lose control.

"HARRY, THE SNITCH! GET IT!" Hermione yelled at him, spotting the snitch zooming past her, knowing that if Harry got the snitch, the game would be over and Ron wouldn't have to face more mockery.

Harry drove in to try in catch it, racing along with Draco to catch it. Hermione could see a bludger coming towards Harry and Draco's way. Crabbe took it and threw it at Harry's face, as soon as The-Boy-Who-Lived caught it.

"HARRY POTTER'S GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Lee announced, making the Gryffindors erupting with happiness.

Harry's swollen face had a grin etched upon him. He was taken down to the ground with the assistance of Angelina and Madam Hooch. The brunette then saw Ron slowly descending to the ground, his face hung down in shame and embarrassment. He really was worthless and rubbish at quidditch.

Hermione came running to him, seeing that he was heading inside to the castle, with his quidditch equipment on him still.

"Ron," she breathed out his name. "Please, look at me."

"Look," Ron stopped on his tracks, still not looking at Hermione's worried filled face. "If you want to talk about how fucking poor I did out there, I'm not in the bloody mood."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Ron, that's not my intent! Isn't it obvious why I'm running after you? I know that you why I'm here for you."

His tensed body eased out slightly, knowing that Hermione was right like always. His grip on the broomstick lessened out, knowing that he had screwed up big time.

"You're right. Of course you're right," Ron's eyes traveled down to the marbled floor.

The brunette approached the red-haired teen, hugging him from behind. Ron slowly turned around to hug her back. The sensation of her bushy curls made Ron feel like he was laying down on his pillow. The warmth of Ron's body and his strong arms around her, made Hermione hug him even closer to her, if it was even possible.

"I almost lost it, didn't I?" he asked her. "I shouldn't have let them get to me."

"Let's not think about those prats, Ron," his ears perked to Hermione's use of language. "They're not worth it. They're never worth it."

Ron smiled at her, "Bloody hell, Hermione. You're sweet."

"And you taste of toffee," she smiled back.

"Emotional range of a teaspoon? Really?" Ron puffed out, crossing his arms.

"Come on, it's a fact," Hermione rolled her eyes, having his hands on her hips.

Ron grinned, "It was actually pretty clever."

The brunette blushed, "Thanks?"

"I mean it," Ron reassured her, giving her soft palms a gentle squeeze.

They held each other, hand in hand, feeling secured in each other's touch. As they walked down the halls, they spotted Seamus eyeing them down with a death glare. Ron's hand around Hermione's had gotten tighter by the second. His girlfriend got her free hand to hold onto the clenching fist of Ron's.

"G'afternoon to you, too," Seamus said to them, noticing their faces of disgust.

Suddenly, the irish saw a bolt of red-orange hair coming to him. Ron gripped Seamus by the neck, holding him to the wall. He menacingly roared at him, making Seamus flinch. Hermione's pleas came in like spits of water, wanting to calm Ron down, so he wouldn't get himself into more trouble. Ron's eyes glew red suddenly, as growls erupted from the depths of his throat.

"Stop it!" Hermione tried to pull Ron away from Seamus.

Ron growled at her, showing off his sharp teeth.

"I said, STOP IT!" Hermione pointed her wand at Ron. "Stupe-"

"Expelliarmus," Ron pointed his wand at her wand, making her wand fly to the other side of them.

"Merlin's left saggy balls, get your boyfriend in check, Hermione!" Seamus choked out to her, feeling himself losing oxygen.

Hermione's chocolate brown eyes narrowed at the demand. She started to think of ways to calm him down, feeling the pressure weigh her down, until she was as flat as a pancake. She then looked at Ron's angry filled expression.

Summoning all of her Gryffindor courage, she tried to push Ron away from Seamus which surprisingly worked somehow.

"Run!" Hermione ordered him, making him run away from the scene.

The brunette turned around to face Ron's enraged face. She knew for a fact that all he could see was someone who was here to harm him any farther.

"You can harm me all you want," Hermione bit her lower lip. "But you can't stop me from loving you."

The werewolf roared at her, preparing to transform at any minute. Hermione gingerly grabbed her wand, which was ready to fire a spell at him.

"Expecto patronum," she breathed out, letting the mystic ghost-like otter fly from her wand.

The otter started to swim around the fuming teen, looking at it, knowing that Ron's patronus was a jack russell terrier and the otter just wanted to play with the dog. Hermione slowly lowered her wand, seeing Ron's eyes turn dark blue.

"My happiest memory was always you, Ron," Hermione said quietly, feeling his eyes on her. "It really must be hard for you to control yourself. I really appreciate that you want to protect me, but you need to learn how to control yourself from doing something idiotic like how you nearly killed Seamus."

"Honestly, Ronald, you could've gotten yourself into big trouble!"

Ron's eyes lowered to the ground, reflecting on his actions.

Before Ron could apologize, they saw Harry running up to them.

"RON! HERMIONE!" Harry called out for them, finally reaching up to them.

"What is it?" Hermione inquired.

"Look at this," Harry gave them a notice slip.

Ron and Hermione scooted together, reading the notice slip to himself. The slip was in pink parchment paper and it was written in neat cursive. There were swirls around the corners as well.

DECREE

N.O 63

All supernatural students

Will be placed in locked up in dungeons

During nighttime

To insure the safety for those

A/N: If you can spot the Cursed Child reference, I will give you a free cookie! And yes, this is another little cliffhanger that I just had to throw in. I hope to update soon! Have an awesome day! :D

Credit:

Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix (U.S. Edition), pg. 407, 408, and 409 is where I got the "Weasley Is Our King" song from.