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Chapter 6 The Quidditch Match

Ron and Harry were wrapped up in some kind of weed. Hermione was standing on the edge, looking horrified. Ron did not even remember how they had gotten to this place to begin with. He felt the weed tighten.

"Where are we?" Ron asked impatiently.

He was beginning to panic more, which did not seem to be helping.

"Keep still. The both of you. This is Devil's Snare. If you move, it will only kill you faster," Hermione said.

Her voice was shaky. Ron moaned and threw his head up. Harry was silently struggling more.

"Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax," Ron shouted.

Hermione slipped and fell into the pit. She closed her eyes and did not move an inch. Ron and Harry watched in horror as a moment later, Hermione was being pulled down.

"Hermione," Ron said Harry yelled.

Ron then felt himself being woken into consciousness.

"Ron? Ron, wake up," a voice yelled.

Ron's eyes bolted open, noticing Draco's voice. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Huh, what?" Ron asked.

Draco laughed and sat on the corner of Ron's bed. Ron then noticed he was precipitating quite a bit.

"Have a nasty dream?" Draco asked.

Ron yawned and covered his face with his hands.

"You can say that," he said.

Draco hopped off the bed and threw a school robe that was laying over a chair at Ron.

"Well, come on and get dressed. We have to eat breakfast before the Quidditch match," he said.

Ron looked at his robe in his hand and sighed.

"Right, today's the first match. Slytherin verses Gryffindor," he said.

"What's gotten into you?" Draco asked.

Ron shook his head as he got up and got dressed.

"Nothing. Come on, let's eat," he said.

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Ron and Draco joined their fellow Slytherins as everyone took their seat for the match. They watched as Madam Hooch walked on to the field. Ron was still in and out of attentiveness, trying to remember the dream and the meaning behind it.

"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season. Slytherin verses Gryffindor," the commentator yelled.

There were cheers and applauses. Ron looked over at commentator and noticed he was a third year from Gryffindor. He turned as Draco was leaning into him.

"Maybe Potter will have an accident and you won't have to…" Draco began to whisper, but Ron cut him off.

He did not want anyone listening to find out about the mission.

"Watch it! You don't want someone to overhear, now do you?" Ron asked in a whisper.

Draco looked down.

"Of course not," he said.

With that, Madam Hooch released the Quaffle. To Ron's surprise, he found himself cheering Harry under his breath as time passed.

"HARRY," voices yelled.

Ron spotted Harry, who's broom was about to knock him off.

"What's going on?" Ron asked.

Draco's eyes were on Harry, not wanting to miss the moment he fell.

"Look at his broom," Draco laughed.

Draco still was not leaving his eyes from Harry as Ron began looking around.

"Who's doing it?" Ron wondered.

With his head shaking, Draco took his eyes off Harry and began looking around.

"Don't know. Wait a minute. Look over at the teachers stand," Draco said.

Ron eyes moved to the place Draco was pointing at.

"What do you… no way. Professor Snape?" he asked.

Ron looked over at the Gryffindor stand to find Hermione but could not. Where was she? He could have sworn he saw her standing in front of Hagrid, the Game Keeper who had befriended her and Harry.

"You're on fire," someone yelled.

Ron turned and saw the hem of Snape's robes on fire. He could not help but smile. Somehow, he knew Hermione had something to do with it.

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The next day, Ron spotted Hermione and Harry and ran to catch up to them.

"Hey, Harry… Hermione," he called.

Hermione turned and smiled as Ron stopped and caught his breath. Harry had simply turned but had no expression on his face.

"Hi, Ron," Hermione smiled.

Ron took a deep breath and looked over at Harry.

"Interesting match, wouldn't you say?" he asked.

"Yeah," was all Harry said.

Ron thought that Harry was not really into talking at the moment. So, he turned his attention back to Hermione.

"Did you find out what was wrong with the broom?" Ron asked.

Hermione gave a nervous glance at Harry, who was still looking down.

"It was jinxed," she said.

Ron's eyes grew. He knew he had to act as surprised as possible.

"Jinxed? But who'd…" he began before Harry cut him off.

"Snape," Harry said.

Ron turned to him in shock. Hermione too seemed taken aback that Harry was speaking.

"Snape?" Ron asked, though he already this.

Harry nodded and glanced over at Hermione. At that moment, Ron knew what was going to happen next.

"Hermione saw him and set fire to his robes to break his eye concentration," Harry said with a smile.

Ron had to smile too. If anyone was able to set fire to a professor's robes and not get caught, it would be Hermione.

"Nice going," Ron said.

Hermione looked down and smiled, trying to hide the hint of red on her cheeks.

"Thanks," she said.

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Ron sat straight up in his bed later that night after Draco had made a suggestion about their Potion's Professor.

"Are you mental?" Ron asked, his voice a little less loud than he wanted, but he did not want to wake up the rest of the boys in the room.

Draco put his hand up in the air. He thought his suggestion was quite good in his opinion.

"What? If Professor Snape's trying to kill Potter, why not tell him the mission?" Draco asked.

Ron sighed and let his head hit the pillow.

"I have to do this on my own. Plus, I wasn't supposed to say anything. You're not even supposed to know," he said.

AN:

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