Wand Over Willy-

Ron Weasley-

Ron walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, thinking over the proposition that Voldemort had just given to him. Finding Harry for himself was one thing but finding him to help Voldemort was another thing. Voldemort would kill Harry if he found him. Ron had said that he would kill him but he hadn't really meant it. But Voldemort did and always had done.

Ron thought back to the potions lesson that he had had earlier that day. It had seemed like such a jolly atmosphere. Even Harry and Draco had stopped fighting enough for Hermione to be smiling. She was even beaming when Snape had walked past the desk.

Ron had not been smiling at that precise moment in time, Snape had just hit round the head with a rather hard textbook. (Well made and leather bound.)

Hermione had positively been giggling like a very young and giddy school girl.

He has wanted to kiss her right there and then. He found her so attractive when she was happy and smiling. But obviously, a snog during potions was not permitted.

'Come to think of it,' Ron thought, 'there was not a sad face among our group within that potions lesson.' Neville had even been happy, even though he had lost his toad. Maybe he had forgotten that he had lost his toad. That would be typical Neville behaviour.

Ron was now walking outside in the cold air. He felt that it reflected his feelings. Cold and empty, with the odd 'jump' that was the bitter breeze. If she really was with Harry, was there any hope for Ron at all? Could he really hope to win her over?

He was just walking past a small building that was usually deserted but tonight, it had one of it windows lit and two silhouettes stood in front of it.

'Not very discreet.' Ron thought, running over to the building and trying best to keep out of sight. His curiosity had taken over and making his legs move rather than his own conscious thought. They say that curiosity killed the cat…Ron was just hoping that it didn't't kill the Weasley too.

"You know that this is wrong." A voice said from inside the room.

'Hermione?!'Ron thought, his heart jumping in his chest at the sound of her voice. 'What is she doing in there?' He thought, creeping around the building, plastering his body against it. He peered through the window. He wasn't in a position where he could see who Hermione was with but he could see her. She was scantily clad in lacy black underwear and nothing else. Ron had to adjust his trousers slightly.

"I mean…what would Dumbledore say?" Hermione continued running her fingers through her hair.

'I am pretty sure that Dumbledore wouldn't mind, Hermione. After all, his beloved Potter if finally getting what he really deserves.' Ron though, grimacing at the images that were flashy over his eyes. He changed the image of Harry to himself, letting the goofy grin that his face could muster wash over his profile. How he would so love that.

"Dumbledore doesn't have to know." Said another voice that Ron recognised. A voice that made him think of large, well made books and horrible smells. Greasy hair and sweeping robes.

"Professor-"

"Shhh!" The second voice spoke again.

Ron turned his head just in time to see whom he had feared. Severus Snape.

Hermione turned towards Snape and kissed him on the lips whilst he held her tightly.

'That's why she has suddenly started to enjoy potions!' Ron mentally spat. It had nothing to do with Harry after all. He wasn't with Hermione, Snape was. Surely that was enough reason for Ron to stop feeling such a strange and irrational hatred for Harry. But it didn't stop. The fire was still in his chest. He could do nothing to get Hermione now; he could never take her off of Snape, he had one thing that Ron didn't. Experience. And that ruled all in this world of lust.

Ron shook his head. Why could he not shake this feeling towards Harry? Was it because he had been within the guy's shadow for years? Or was there something else going on that Ron was soon to discover?

Whatever it was, Ron didn't want to dwell on it any longer. He trudged along the frosted grass again, back towards the school building, knowing that his sleep would not be peaceful tonight. It would be disturbed and restless.

* * * *

In the morning, Ron could not focus. His thoughts kept drifting to what he had thought he had seen last night. Hermione in Snape's arms.

He shook his head violently, making himself dizzy so that he fell back on the bed and had to wait for the room to stop moving around his body. He must have dreamt it. A nightmare. That must have been what it was.

He entered the great hall later than everybody else, for once. Usually it was Harry that arrived late but, judging by the night that Ron had had, he was allowed to be 'fashionably' late.

He sat at the Gryffindor table, noticing that Hermione was gazing over at the teachers table at the top of the hall. He bared his teeth slightly in an un-human grimace before swallowing loudly and taking some toast.

"I'm quite proud of my wand." Harry said, holding his wand out in front of him, beaming like and elf that had just found an uninhabited toadstool.

"Hmmm." Was the only reply that Ron could be bothered to give that morning.

"What about Snape's?" Hermione said.

Ron raised an eyebrow.

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "I think Snape has a rather beautiful-"

"Willy." Ron interrupted, making Harry drop his wand onto the table whilst his mouth was open so wide that Concord could have flown in.

"W-You what?" Hermione gasped, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"I think you meant wand, Ron." Harry said, picking his own up from the floor where it had rolled.

"Nope," Ron shook his head. "No. I definitely meant Willy." He said in a malicious tone. "But, Hermione would know all about that, wouldn't you?" He turned to direct the conversation onto Hermione now.

She stuttered for a while before saying, "I'm going to lesson, now." And then turned to walk out of the great hall.

Harry gave Ron an expression of disgust before going in the same direction that Hermione had. Ron had truly discovered how to alienate people, having made both of his 'friends' walk away from him over one sentence. Was it really worth it? He had no reason not to hand them into Voldemort now.