It was the final day of Halloween week. After that horrid class experience, you realized you had an awfully tough exam coming up in herbology. This class was relentlessly hard, both in studies and in life. You couldn't even count on your fingers how many times the Venomous Tentacula almost killed you! You've watched many of your peers get snatched up and eaten (DIE). Last time you got fingerblasted in front of everybody and it was so traumatic. That can't happen again, ever. The plants liked you I guess, maybe cuz of Malfoy maggic but it was so weird and also strange and also odd.
This exam could be easy though. All you needed to do was cultivate a plant. But you had no green thumb, rather, you killed every plant you came in touch with. Once you tried to grow a mahogany tree. It grew alright, but it was so frail and its bark was like soot. Maybe it was because Aunt Tunila had doubted you, however, you watched that tree wither its way up towards the sky. It collapsed on your roof and Aunt Tunila beat you silly that night. Never again! Your kind Professor Sprout recommended you grow an Aconite, being that it was such a basic plant.
After a good night's rest, a quick shower, and a cute outfit, it was time to study everything you would need to know about making an Aconite flourish. Aconite is used in a multitude of useful potions, however, some of your classmates found out that the leaves were toxic. Several toads and owls had fallen from the sky after nipping from their owners experiments.
The thick yellow pages of your Herbology textbook made you grimace and groan. This was just simply awful! How could a black thumb like you grow anything!? However, you would try. And you would succeed. Hermione would never love someone who couldnt even grow a basic assortment for their own future wedding!
You watered the provided seeds until they sprouted, but it immediately died. Maybe because you drenched it with holy water. You cried, clutching your flowers with dead sapphire roots. Your gnarly-faced textbook cried as well. It mourned its lost child; which perished due to your faults. Now you smelled of death and rot… Ugh… Like a true Malfoy..
A familiar carrot top slinked towards you from the other side of the room. How they had gotten in you had no idea. It was only nights ago the whole house had decided to kick them out in a vote of 251 to 0. The redheaded mopheaded boy had been found sneaking into the janitors closet (RESERVED FOR HOUSE ELFS)! multiple times during the daY. wHAT he did in there, nobody knew. But you did. Only you knew why the broomstick handle was always dirty. Why the biscuits always smelled like chlorine.. Or even why the house elves seemed erratic and ready to revolt at all times of late.
He–no… He was no longer a man, for Ron Weasleyhad slept in the moldy mushrooms and bathed in the browns of the earth. His rebirth was witnessed by the early morning dew and no other. You could only imagine. But you can. He stunk!
"Bloody hell mate" the creature croaked, pointing a finger at your dead husk of a herbology project.
"Leave me alone!" You flipped your hair. "At least I have a warm place to sleep at night."
He focused on your face, scrutinizing your signs of embarrassment. "Y/N, I know your secret. It's safe with me."
You were taken aback by what he said. The last time some man surprised you like that, he turned out to be your long-lost brother. "What?" You managed to say.
"My buddy Eric told me you had some type of advanced bloodline. One that defies the ways of God. It makes sense why you can't grow this Wolfsbane, even with your blessed holy water." A wilted leaf seemed to raise itself as he stroked the plant. It seemed like it was responding positively to his touch. You had never seen anything like this before. Maybe it might be a good idea to get kicked out of your room and sleep outside for all of Halloween week.
Ron looked shocked as he backed himself against a stone wall. "You're gonna kill us ALL!" he shouted.
"No," you whispered quietly while staring straight ahead, ignoring him completely.
You pointed your wand directly toward your dead plant, channeling pure light magic through it. Immediately, you saw buds begin forming along each stem, bursting open within seconds. There wasn't one single spot untouched: Every petal, bud, stalk, root, stem, blade, spike, branch—every inch blossomed beautifully. Within minutes, you stood proudly amongst your new friends; healthy, happy, blooming, beautiful. And yours.
You smirked victoriously, turning your attention towards Ron's pathetic little form. He cowered. You pulled your wand free, waving it over your friend's pitiful excuse of life. In less than thirty seconds, the boy withered, dried, crumbled, disintegrated, disappeared, vanished, and ceased existing. Nothing remained except brown dust particles floating slowly above the ground where he once stood. You had killed Ron Weasly. or So u thought.
A sudden strong burst of air took away the brown dust particles and spread them over the forest floor beneath your window. The crows called and the frogs warbled. Life continued unabated.
You sat yourself upright, suddenly feeling cold sweat dripping between your shoulder blades. What a strange dream… Eh, whatever! You shook off the cum from your brow and kissed Hermione on her beautiful forehead. Christmas break was soon and boy you had to get this plant grown!