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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 14, 2010 20:58:13 GMT -5
"Oh, bloody hell..."
A muffled sigh escaped the chapped lips of Ron Weasley as he tramped down the hill leading from the great oak front doors of the castle and towards the frozen lake. It had snowed the night before and the angry gray clouds overhead indicated that more would be coming soon. The stormy sky was rightly reflecting the young man's mood. He'd had a horrible day so far. His alarm hadn't gone off so he was nearly late for Transfiguration and by the time he got to the Great Hall, the House Elves had cleared the tables of breakfast. He'd had to sit through Defense Against the Dark Arts, perhaps the most boring class in Hogwarts History now that Umbridge was teaching it, with an empty stomach. It was still growling incessantly throughout the silent class period. And, to top it off, he had a twelve inch essay on the difference between Monkswood and Wolfsbane for Potions due tomorrow. He hadn't even started yet.
And, to top it all off, there was a Quidditch match coming up that he wasn't nearly prepared for. He'd gotten into an argument with Hermione, too, over Godric knows what. He was pretty sure he'd been wrong, though, and he'd only disagreed with her out of sheer habit and the comfort of familiarity. Snow was beginning to fall once more, getting lost in his flaming red hair. Ron wondered why he hadn't thought to grab his cap and pulled his jacket closer over his shoulders. He was still wearing his school robes beneath the thick black jacket, a Gryffindor scarf wrapped securely around his neck. The cold air had tinted his cheeks a faint pink and he was glaring out at the frozen lake. He was in no mood to be around people. He'd probably end up yelling at them -as he had Hermione- or throwing spells or punches.
It wasn't a very good idea to get on Ron Weasley's bad side on a day like today.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 14, 2010 21:11:26 GMT -5
Draco Malfoy watched as the breath from his lips turned to steam in the icy winter air. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, trying to keep them warm as he walked. His black robes hung loosely around him and his green and silver tie was loosened around his neck. His light blonde hair almost matched the snow he was walking on. His personality sure did, that was for sure. Icy, cold, unforgiving. But of course Draco did not see this as a bad thing. He was born and raised to behave in such a manner.
Sapphire Malevance walked beside Draco, her arm laced through his. Her blonde hair fell back past her shoulders and her hazel eyes took in the winter scene about her. "Oh, Draco, don't you just love the winter?" She breathed, watching as it turned to steam in the air. She smiled. Her Slytherin tie was fixed around her neck, a green and silver easily recognisable to anyone at Hogwarts. She spotted a boy with flaming red hair down by the frozen lake and said "Look, Draco."
Draco turned his gaze to the frozen lake and soon spotted Weasley. He smirked and began to turn his direction towards Ron. He walked towards the lake and, as soon as he was sure he was within earshot, broke out into a loud chorous of "Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring," Sapphire joined in loudly with "That's why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin He always lets the Quaffle in Weasley will make sure we win Weasley is our King.
Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King, He always lets the Quaffle in Weasley is our King."
By the time they finished their song they were down by the lake and both broke out into laughter, as cold and icy as the snow and lake around them. Sapphire's eyes glittered with amusement at the red headed boy's misfortune at being the subject of their taunting song that had been sung at the quidditch game previously. But today instead of his "weasley is our king" badge, Draco was sporting his prefect badge on his chest.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 14, 2010 21:24:23 GMT -5
His shoulders hunched against the biting wind, blue eyes focused out across the lake and towards the open grounds. Not many were walking the spacious lawns today, since the snow was so deep. His robes were wet almost to the knee. Absently, Ron shook out his left foot, and then the right, before turning to survey the other poor souls who were, for whatever reason, wandering about outside on such a miserably cold day. He turned back around almost immediately upon catching sight of the familiar platinum blond hair of Draco Malfoy. Walk away, Malfoy, Ron pleaded silently, his shoulders hunching further as he heard their footsteps crunch on the snow behind him. Ron's hands, balled into loose fists, were shoved into his pockets, right hand clutching his wand loosely. Or not. I could use a distraction...
Malfoy certainly didn't disappoint. As if in direct response to Ron's thoughts, the boy and his comrade burst into that horrible song. He felt his face heat up and his ears redden in embarrassment. Again, he really wished he'd though to grab his knit cap. "We'll see who's singing," Ron said, his voice slightly hoarse from the cold as he swerved around to face Draco and Sapphire. Ron withdrew his wand from his pocket and held it in front of him defensively, again daring one of them to say something else. "When Gryffindor brings home the cup. Again."
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 14, 2010 21:32:28 GMT -5
Draco snickered. "Sure, Weasley." He said sarcastically, his eyes staring at Ron in a rather threatening manner as he placed his hand inside his robes and withdrew his wand. "With you on the Gryffindor team Slytherin will win easier than ever!" He laughed, believing this to be true but also just saying it to irk Ron.
"All hail Weasely!" Sapphire said with a malicious grin. "You are going to go down in Slytherin history." She said. She withdrew her arm from Draco's and reached inside her robes, withdrawing her wand from the pocket inside.
"Wanna put that wand away, Weasely?" Draco smirked. "You might just poke your eye out. That or you are going to barf slugs" He said, referring to the incident in their second year when Ron's wand backfired when trying to jinx Malfoy.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 14, 2010 21:40:05 GMT -5
Ron's lips twitched, itching to throw a few curses Malfoy's way. His gaze flicked briefly between the two, trying to recall just who this girl was. But his mother had always taught him to never hurt a girl -even if they were as monstrous as Millicent Bulstrode. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and twirling his wand idly between his fingers, Ron offered a soft snort. "This coming from the bloke who's never managed to catch the Snitch when Harry's on the pitch. Remind me again how much your daddy had to pay off the captain to get you on the team?" Ron's eyebrows arched backwards so far that they nearly disappeared behind his fringe of red hair.
"That wand was broken!" Ron retorted, biting his tongue to keep from saying something else that wasn't quite so bright. He stopped twirling the wand about and pointed it evenly at the two before letting it linger upon Draco. He was more of a threat, anyway, and probably the one he'd like to curse more. "Right. Why would I put mine away when both of you have yours out? I'm not stupid, Malfoy." Well, not that stupid anyway. "Who is this, anyway? Your girlfriend?" Ron barked out a laugh and rolled his eyes. "How much did daddy have to pay her off to agree to that?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 14, 2010 22:30:31 GMT -5
"My father did not have to pay to get me on the team" Draco said. "Though yours must have paid a fortune. What is that to you Weasleys? 5 Galleons?" He laughed condescendingly. "You probably ride a second-hand broom, if I am not mistaken" He said. "My father only buys me the best and newest brooms." He made a slight emphasis on the s, implying that his father could afford to buy him more than one.
"Ah yes, those were good days." Draco mused sarcastically. "Duct taped, was it not?" He sneered. "Your poor father probably had to scrape the bottom of the bucket to get you a new one." He said in a harsh tone. "How long did you have to go without food for that one, Weasley?" He snickered.
Sapphire flipped her blonde hair back with one fluid head motion before locking her hazel eyes on Ron and saying "He did not have to pay me a cent." She said. "I am Sapphire Malevance, by the way" She said. She grinned coldly. "No need to ask who you are." She smirked at him. "You just scream Weasley. How horrid that must be!" She said with mock horror.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 14, 2010 22:42:36 GMT -5
"Bought the entire team new brooms, didn't he?" Ron prodded, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. His eyebrows were raised in question, daring Malfoy to correct him. He knew this to be true. The entire Slytherin team had been riding Nimbus 2001s that year. Tipping his chin up in defiance, Ron looked down his nose at the other two. He was used to being taller than most everyone -Draco was catching up, though. It made him feel a bit more in control of the situation, even if he wasn't really at all. Malfoy was really irritating; he'd been playing this game for long enough that Draco knew exactly what to say to get Ron riled up. Not that that was exactly a difficult thing to do. Redheads were known for their horrible tempers. It was the Irish in him. Ron's ears were flaring red again and his voice shook slightly when he spoke. "At least my father doesn't have to buy my affection," he spat, eyes narrowed into mere slits.
"Shove off, Malfoy," Ron growled, taking a step forward and swinging his wand hand dangerously. His gaze flashed over to Sapphire, and he snorted. "Who asked you? Blimey, your name even sounds like a Death Eater's family. Could you be any more obvious?" His attention only lingered upon the girl for another moment. Ron only had eyes for Malfoy and his stupid games. "You know why your parents stopped after one? You were such a horrible little child that they figured they'd cut their losses and just not spend any time with you as you grew up and then make it up to you by buying you whatever you want." Ron shrugged his shoulders lamely. "Fair trade?" He thought it over for only a second before flicking his wand violently. "Rictumsempra!" He hissed, throwing out a Tickling Charm. He was already sifting through the spells he knew for something that might cause a bit more damage; it was a lot more difficult without Hermione to remind him which spells did what or Harry to show him the right wand movement, but he'd manage.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 14, 2010 22:55:17 GMT -5
Draco fell to the ground and began to roll in the snow, laughing uncontrollably and clutching at his sides. "Make- Make it- make it stop!" Me managed to say between laughs. His black robes turned white with the snow on the ground as he laughed at the uncontrollable tickling sensation that was set upon him by Ron.
Sapphire heard what Ron said about her family and saw what he did to Draco and had enough of being docile. "Stupefy!" She shouted, aiming her wand at Ron after making the correct movement. With the movement, her hair fell in dissaray about her face as she glared hardly at Ron with a scowl upon her lips. She turned to Draco and said the countercurse.
Draco gasped for air as the tickling sensation stopped. He got to his feet and brushed the snow off himself. He walked over and picked up his wand before returning to stand by Sapphire, his wand aimed at Ron. "You do not want to mess with me, Weasley." He said coldly. "You know it will only end badly for you. It always does."
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 14, 2010 23:03:38 GMT -5
"Protego!" Ron managed to throw up the Shield Charm just before the Stunner hit him. It bounced off of his relatively weak shield and flew off towards the ice, leaving a sickening cracking noise and a large hole behind. Surprised, Ron blinked down at his wand and twirled it again. Perhaps those lessons with Harry really were paying off. The corners of his mouth curled up in a smirk, Ron took a few steps to the left and eyed the pair curiously. "Oh, wow, Malfoy," he drawled, jabbing his wand in Sapphire's direction but not uttering an incantation. "Having your girlfriend defend you? Now that's just sad..." Shaking his head, Ron chuckled softly and stopped his careful pacing, looking at Draco with raised brows and waiting for him to make the next move.
"You know," he said conversationally. "Two against one isn't fair. Maybe you should sit this one out, Malfoy, and let her take care of your dirty work. Now I see why you're with her...After all, you've got Parkinson for the rest..." Another soft laugh escaped Ron's throat as he lifted his wand hand in preparation for another defensive spell. He wouldn't hurt him. At least not until he had a little fun first.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 14, 2010 23:17:34 GMT -5
Draco's eyes narrowed and he looked as if he were about to spit on the red headed boy. "At least I can have a girlfriend of decent blood descent!" He siad maliciously. "We all know why Granger spends time with you. The mudblood and the beggar. Well is not that just sweet" He sneered.
Sapphire laughed bitterly at this. "Everyone knows she could be with no one else! That horrid girl, if I could even call her a girl in the firstplace. There are creatures in the forbidden forest that could pass for a human before she could!" She laughed condescendingly. She grinned slyly. "Although she is probably the best thing you could ever get, if even her."
Draco glared threateningly at Ron. "Do not mess with me, Weasley." He growled. "You would not want to get hurt, now would you?" He looked rather menacing with the anger in his eyes and the hatred of the red headed boy clear in his voice as he spoke. He held his wand out, aimed at Ron's chest.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 14, 2010 23:28:45 GMT -5
"Hermione and I are not...involved!" Ron flicked his wrist quickly to indicate this. A slightly bemused expression had crossed over his face before it faded into one of worry, a frown line creasing his forehead, before that melted further into annoyance. "We're just friends. Harry and Hermione and me. But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Malfoy?" His voice was steady, but his cheeks were tinged slightly pink. Another nerve. Merlin, he and Harry had been arguing with Draco Malfoy for too long. This was just too easy on both ends. His eyes flashed dangerously at the mention of that word and anger etched itself into his features. "Don't call her that, alright? You're such a git. She's not even here to hit you in the face again, so just leave her out of it." Swiping his wand at the air, Ron bellowed out "Reducto!", hoping to send Draco flying backwards.
His gaze just as soon flicked in Sapphire's direction, and Ron rolled his eyes in irritation. "Look, why don't you just go get Madam Pomfrey now, because your boyfriend will be crying before too long..." He paused, considered, and called out "Expelliarmus!" For all he knew, the girl was the bigger threat, anyway. "Oh, what, Malfoy? All talk?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 14, 2010 23:37:34 GMT -5
"Protego!" Draco shouted, producing a stronger shield than Ron had. "Stupefy!" He whipped his wand at Ron, sending the stunning spell this way. He scowled at Ron, ready to win this duel.
Sapphire frowned as her wand was blasted from her hand. She quickly went to recover it and aimed it at Ron. "Serpensortia!" She shouted, watching as a snake was produced from the tip of her wand. It landed on the snow. "Oppugno!" She cast the spell, causing the snake to slither over to Ron and rear up, letting out a menacing hiss, ready to attack the red haired boy.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 15, 2010 12:54:11 GMT -5
"Oh, for Merlin's- Protego!" He barely got the Shield Charm up before the Stunning Spell collided with it. His shield was weak, though, and broke under the pressure. The spell didn't hit him, but it did force him back a few feet and made him stumble in the deep snow. Righting himself and dusting his robes free of snow and ice, Ron shook his head. Snow spattered in all directions, still clinging to his red hair. "Nice try," Ron murmured, moving his wand from Draco's chest to aim it at the snake before him. He gulped down the lump in his throat and ignored the prick of fear that had crept up his spine. At least it's not spiders... He thought, chewing his bottom lip. Now. What was that spell again? Harry had mentioned it just last meeting, and he thought he'd read about it in Defense Against the Dark Arts recently...
"Duro!" He murmured, the spell rocketing from the end of his wand and turning the rearing serpent to stone upon contact. Nodding his head in approval, Ron turned his attention to the two Slytherins. He had a certain spring in his step as he moved out of the snow bank he'd landed in. The DA really was helping; his dueling skills had improved greatly. "Look, it's got rocks in its head just like the two of you..."
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 15, 2010 16:29:36 GMT -5
Draco scowled. Weasley was getting better. Something told him that it had something to with what Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad was trying to find out. He and Sapphire were both a part of this squad. He pushed his platinum blond hair back out of his face and aimed his wand at Ron. He whipped it through the air and shouted "Everte Statum!" hopefully - if ron did not block it- sending the red headed boy flying into the air.
Sapphire frowned, her eyes focused on Ron. She heard Draco cast his spell and held her wand at the ready, ready to back him up with a spell if it worked or even if Ron sent a spell their way
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Post by darky on Jan 15, 2010 17:07:20 GMT -5
"Protego!" A voice echoed from over a hill and reverberated off of the towering trees of the Forbidden Forest. The spell Draco had thrown toward Ron was blocked in an instant and bounced sharply back at the Slytherin boy. Trudging and struggling through the knee-deep snow, Harry ascended up onto flat ground, his long wooden wand clutched within a ball-like fist. He proceeded toward his red-haired friend and acknowledged him with a short, curt nod before spinning to face the two Slytherins. His chest was heaving in and out drastically after the tussle through the profound snow, and his round glasses were fogged up against the warm air coiling from his open mouth. Harry shook his tousled hair from his face and held his wand, chest-high, toward Draco. Honestly, the boy was not in any mood to deal with the sneering Slytherin. For the majority of this year, he had been forced to ignore every brusque comment Draco had made, for he had already landed one too many detentions with Umbridge. After so many years of mocking, Harry almost seemed accustomed to it. It just didn't seem worth getting worked up about. After regaining his breath, he glanced wearily toward Ron, yet kept watch over the two Slytherins out of the corner of his eye. "Let's go, Ron," he frowned. "I thought you said you and Hermione were going to Hogsmeade." Harry had not been alarmed that his two friends weren't in the common room when he entered it, but when he heard crude incantations of spells through the window, it had informed him that there was a battle going on(honestly, what really told him that Ron was part of it was the fact that Draco was singing a chorus of "Weasley is Our King.")
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