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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 15, 2010 17:25:31 GMT -5
"Uh-oh..." The spell was too fast for him to block, and Ron had thrown his arm up feebly in an attempt at protecting his face. He mentally braced himself for contact...but it never came. Blinking, Ron lowered his arm from his face in time to see that it had been Harry to block the spell. The faintest of smile's played about his face as he turned slightly to face his friend. "Thanks, mate. Hard to keep track of both of them. They're so...slippery." Ron shot a glare at the two Slytherins, his wand still trained upon Draco in an almost half-hearted manner. His face fell slightly with disappointment; since the Gryffindors had been particularly targeted by Dolores Umbridge, it had become difficult to even retaliate without getting punished severely. Ron, for one, was fed up with it and would like nothing more than to hex Draco into a field mouse. Or a ferret.
"Did I? Oh. Maybe we were." His shoulders raised and fell in a lazy shrug, as if he'd forgotten. He hadn't, really, but he couldn't let Malfoy know that; just a minute ago he'd been explaining, with much fervor, that he and Hermione were not involved. This wouldn't support that theory very much at all, even if they were, for all intents and purposes, just friends. "These two just decided it'd be fun to take the mickey out of me. I guess you heard?" How else would Harry have known he was out here, about to get himself beaten? "Anyway, it's been a horrible day. A few spells can't hurt."
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 15, 2010 18:31:26 GMT -5
Daco frowned at harry before turning his attention to ron. "Aww weasely had a bad day?" he said. "The mudblood mad at you?" he sneered ((sorry it is short i am on my cell))
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Post by darky on Jan 15, 2010 22:56:27 GMT -5
Harry scuffed absentmindedly at the snow-covered ground, relieved that the fog that clung to his round glasses had finally vanished; he could see. His emerald gaze gleamed out from behind the lenses as he raised his head to address his best friend. "Well, be lucky nothing serious has happened to you, yet... or your wand," he replied bleakly, referring to when Ron's wand had snapped in two during their second year. Oh, how he wished he could go back to when things were less complicated; when people actually believed what he told them. Nowadays, he was merely the nut who lived.
The boy was examining the smooth wood of his wand when Ron spoke again, and his lips turned into a thin line. He let out a sigh that caused his shoulders to rise and fall before bringing his attention to the fiery-haired boy again. It starting to unnerve Harry at the fact Ron was constantly forgetting things; being clueless. "Let's just hope Hermione isn't waiting for you at the Three Broomsticks. Otherwise, she'll tear the mickey out of you." He surveyed Ron with a condescending look. "And of course I heard you. The whole bloody school could hear you. Aren't there any teachers around?" The boy seemed rather sore and sour today. His chest still throbbed with pain after the duel with Malfoy previously that same day, and he was not in the mood for more. As the voice of Malfoy broke through the still air again, Harry felt his teeth grit. He deliberately turned his back to the stingy Slytherin, ignoring him as well as he could.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 15, 2010 23:55:15 GMT -5
Ron mirrored Harry's action, kicking absently at the snow with a worn sneaker as he raked the fingers of his free hand through his snow-covered red hair. "Hermione is probably in the library," he said matter-of-factly, giving a curt nod of his head as if to emphasize this as fact. "Besides, I said we'd just walk over together in case someone like these idiots came along." He threw a glance over his shoulder at the pair of sneering Slytherins and rolled his eyes in annoyance. He'd taken to twirling his wand between his fingers again, rubbing his thumb against a groove in the wood. "I suppose if I'd been the only one throwing out spells, they might have. But as soon as Malfoy tossed one out they couldn't intervene. I mean, it's one thing to punish us," Ron pointed from himself to Harry as if to indicate the DA without actually saying so. "But they can't very well go around punishing me for something when he's done the same thing."
Ron pursed his lips at his best friend, raising his eyebrows at Harry in silent question. What's got him in such a bad mood? Thought it was just me. He'd have to cut Harry some slack, though. He certainly had it worse than Ron did, despite his difficult day. The Boy Who Lived had more important things to worry about than a best friend getting into it over some stupid flyaway comments. Shrugging his shoulders lamely, Ron jerked his head in Malfoy's direction. "I was only reacting to his bloody comments any-" Ron's lips curled back in a snarl as he swerved back around to jab Malfoy in the chest with his wand.
"Leave her out of it, Malfoy, or do you want to be turned into a ferret again?" Ron's wand sparked with his anger and he debated just throwing a punch at Draco's pointed jawline. It'd be so easy. But he figured Harry would be less than pleased, and the penalty for muggle fighting was probably worse than dueling anyway. "Go play hall monitor for Umbridge and get out of my face, will you?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 16, 2010 9:55:07 GMT -5
Draco chuckled. "Yeah, Weasley. Like a git like you could cast that spell." He said. "Besides, you would not do that to a prefect, would you?" He questioned. "Professor Umbridge and Professor Snape would not be too happy that you assulted and transfigured a Slytherin prefect when you are a prefect yourself and should be able to behave in a better manner."
His eyes focused on Ron, just daring the red headed boy to try and transfigure him. He was sure that he could convince Umbridge to give Weasley a month's detention and Snape to take points from Gryffindor. Who knows? Mabye Umbridge would even take Weasley's prefect rank from him for trying such a reckless and horrid move onto another student who did not cast the first spell in the duel - he could claim self defense - and at this point was merely speaking to the other student.
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Post by darky on Jan 16, 2010 12:29:27 GMT -5
Harry bit his lip and shifted the position in which he held his wand within his fingers. He kept his emerald eyes locked onto his freckled friend and nodded in a sarcastic manner. "Is she?" the boy replied hotly, referring to what Ron said about Hermione being the library. Harry knew for a fact that he had no reason whatsoever to be snapping and scolding Ron. It just seemed like he was trying to find any reason to be mad at him.
As Ron raised his brows at the brown haired boy, Harry quickly acted as if he didn't notice, clearly not in the mood to explain himself. Frankly, even he didn't know why he was in a bad mood. The boy felt beyond angry for no apparent reason at all. He wanted to kill someone... or injure them enough to make them suffer for the rest of their lives. Harry's scar began to prickle sharply at these thoughts and he squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment. By the time Draco opened his mouth to speak again, Harry knew just who to use his anger on.
The boy spun around quickly as the blond-haired Slytherin sneered his words, his emerald gaze burning with fiery hate. Without a single thought, he threw a strong punch right into Draco's gut, hitting him with such a force that even he recoiled back. He was not done, yet. Harry took a step backwards before bringing his fist back again, ready to throw another punch, but this time, at Draco's pitiful face.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 16, 2010 13:04:04 GMT -5
"I dunno, mate," Ron replied easily, not letting Harry's bad mood irritate him. It was actually sort of normal behavior for The-Boy-Who-Lived lately, unfortunately. Ron had just had to grow used to his moody behavior and learn to adapt to it. It had been difficult at first, but he'd learned early on that being angry right back never got them anywhere but into a near fist-fight. And that was something Ron would very much like to avoid -at least between himself and his best friend. Now, Draco was another story completely. "Is she ever not in the library when we can't find her?" It was simple logic, really. After five years, Harry should know where their third leg liked to spend her time. She was either in the library or keeping them out of trouble. Apparently, Hermione was slacking off on the latter job lately as the boys' behavior clearly showed.
"The Prefect system doesn't even matter anymore, does it, Malfoy? Not now that we've got your Squad running 'round like you own the place..." Ron growled at Draco, trying to sort through his muddled mind for an appropriate spell. Nothing he'd learned seemed appropriate for such an idiot, and he'd just settled on a nice Stinging Hex when Harry broke them apart. He'd been expecting this, of course. It wasn't often that his best mate let him do something too stupid. What Ron hadn't expected was for Harry to resort to the very thing he'd been thinking of in the first place. "Harry!" Ron sputtered, stumbling back a few steps and righting himself in the knee-deep snow. His eyes were wide in surprise and he was trying very hard not to smirk at Malfoy's expense. "Godric Gryffindor have you gone mad?"
Taking a few careful steps forward, Ron reached for Harry's sleeve as if to pull him backward. His attempt was half-hearted partly because he didn't want to be the next target of Harry's fist, but mostly because he was sort of enjoying himself. "C'mon, Harry, you got him. Let's go before some of his mates show up..."
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 16, 2010 14:13:47 GMT -5
Air rushed out of Draco's lungs as he was punched. He doubled over and clutched his stomach in pain. He looked up at Harry, eyes blazing with anger. "You are going to pay for that, Potter" He hissed, his face menacing though he was bent over in pain. He straightened himself up despite the pain in his stomach and looked at harry, undisguised hatred and anger in his face and eyes. His jaw clenched and his hand tightened into a fist around his wand.
Sapphire gasped as Harry hit Draco. "You stupid no good filthy orphan!" She spat at Harry, hazel eyes blazing. "Figures you would stoop to fighting like a muggle!" She said. She rushed over to Draco. "Are you ok?" She asked, grabbing his hand. Once he nodded her gaze turned back to Harry. "You are going to regret this! Both of you!" Her eyes were icy and yet on fire as she looked at the two Gryffindor boys.
"Come on Draco." Sapphire said. "We had better go report these two to Professor Umbridge." She told him. She gave a glare at Harry and Ron before turning her concerning gaze back to Draco.
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Post by darky on Jan 16, 2010 14:54:17 GMT -5
Just as Harry was about to shoot his fist forward again for another punch to the boy's face, he felt the hand of Ron tug at his sleeve, causing him to glance over his shoulder dangerously. "Let go, Ron," he spat, even though his friend wasn't holding on hard enough to truly prevent him from another violent blow. He ignored the freckled boy's words of him being "mad" and merely let out what seemed to be a small snort of disgust toward the Slytherin boy. As Draco doubled over with pain, there was a small spark of triumph that welled within his chest and his lips curved into a smile, but not one big enough to be noticed. He had now brought up his wand and was holding it firmly, pointing it directly toward the furious boy.
"I don't care if you tell her," Harry hissed fiercely. "Go on and tattle on me, why don't you? It's the only thing you are good at." Honestly, the boy didn't much care of Umbridge knew. There was a new flare of defiance within him, and even if he had to suffer through a month of dreadful detentions, he would always know that this moment was well worth it. However, the sudden thought of Ron joining him in the detention came over his mind and he swallowed with slight guilt. He knew that if they had simply ended the battle and walked away, Malfoy would be less tempted to report it, but now, it was almost certain that he was. Harry only got involved to help, though; Ron and Malfoy initially started it. Either way, it seemed almost unavoidable for Ron to get the detention, as well. Harry was beyond certain that Ron had enjoyed seeing Malfoy in pain as much as he did. It was well worth it.
As Sapphire shouted cruel comments toward him, the boy who lived raised his eyebrows. "I am sure Malfoy is capable of handling his own fights," he replied brusquely. "He doesn't need you to defend him." Yet, as Harry said those words, a small hint of amusement came over him. Perhaps Malfoy wasn't capable of handling this. The wimp obviously needed his girlfriend to help him with it.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 16, 2010 15:23:52 GMT -5
Ron let go as Harry asked without much resistance. He shrugged and took a step back, crossing his arms loosely over his chest with his wand still clutched in his limp right hand. There wasn't much use for it now; it looked like Harry had put an end to this argument. Malfoy wasn't even going to fight back, the wimp. "Uh-oh, Harry," Ron warned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The ferret's going to make you pay for that. He might call his daddy and have you kicked out of school. Watch yourself..." Ron rolled his eyes in annoyance and snorted, gaze flicking briefly to Sapphire. He'd almost forgotten that Malfoy's little girlfriend was there. He scoffed. "Figures poor little rich boy wouldn't even know how to defend himself from a punch. What, daddy never taught you to fight back, either?"
Ron simply shrugged in some semblance of defeat when she commented about telling Umbridge; that was probably inevitable. As soon as he'd thrown the first spell, he was going to be reported. Malfoy would take any excuse to get him into trouble, and Umbridge would take any offense and twist it into something much more serious than it was. Seeing Malfoy writhing in pain was worth it, though. "Fine, if you want to tell the great toad that you got beaten in one punch, be my guest." Ron shrugged again. He threw a grin in Harry's direction. "Oh, he needs all the help he can get, Harry. You know he doesn't do the dirty work himself...Too frail for that, aren't you, Malfoy?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 16, 2010 15:35:35 GMT -5
Draco scowled in annoyance. He had had had just about enough of these two. "Levicorpus!" He shouted, aiming his wand at Harry and smirking as the boy was hoisted into the air by his ankle. He smirked. "In a bit of a sticky situation, Potter?" He called to where Harry was dangling from nothing in mid air.
Sapphire let out a cold laugh as Harry was hoisted into the air. Her hazel eyes glittered with amusement at the boy's rather uncomfortable position in the air. She flipped her blonde hair back out of her face for a better look.
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Post by darky on Jan 16, 2010 15:47:09 GMT -5
Harry felt his lips curve into a full smile at Ron's remarks. He felt a happiness warm every limb of his body, something that rarely happened nowadays. There was a look of complete amusement upon his face and he crossed his arms, reflecting Ron's motions. The boy didn't see any need to have his wand out, anymore. Yet, the large grin that was planted across his face was quickly wiped off as he felt a force hoisting him into the air by his ankles and causing him to hang upside-down.
Unlike earlier that day, when the same spell was used on Penny, Harry kept a firm grip onto his wand, knowing that dropping it would make him completely vulnerable to any other attacks. The boy's glasses slid off of their perch on his nose and clattered to the ground below him. The world around him became nothing but fuzzy blurs, yet the bright blond hair of the Slytherin was easily seen. He glared darkly toward Malfoy before pointing his wand toward him, again. "Stupefy!" he shouted furiously. He didn't even watch to see if the boy had blocked it or not. Once he had cast the spell, he began to run spells through his head, trying to figure out how to relieve himself of his position without falling right onto his head. The boy closed his eyes and he felt a soft throbbing as blood rushed to his skull. He began to feel light-headed, yet ignored the pulsing pain, trying to concentrate.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 16, 2010 22:15:59 GMT -5
"Oh, bugger. He decided to retaliate after all!" Ron blinked warily up at Harry and bent down to retrieve his best friend's glasses. "Sorry, Harry. I'd figured he'd just run off now." He shrugged lamely. It took him a moment to balance them properly on Harry's upside-down nose, but he managed, and then turned to face Malfoy again. With a swift flick of his wand, Ron sent out a basic Color-Change Charm, the same one they'd been learning in Transfiguration this week. It would turn Draco's pretty little head of hair a wonderful tomato red if done properly. Nodding firmly, he stepped back to examine his friend's position, a hand rubbing his chin as he tilted his head back. It looked as if Harry was being hoisted up by some kind of invisible hook.
"That's interesting," Ron commented, beginning to pace around Harry's floating body to get a better view. He was mentally running through spells that might work, since he didn't know the counter-curse himself for the spell Malfoy had used. "Diffindo! Bombardo! Flipendo!" None of these did anything more than make Harry's body sway back and forth like a punching bag. Ron frowned, raking his fingers through his hair and breathing out in a frustrated sigh. "Oh! Finite!" The spell correctly ended any spells cast on Harry and, to Ron's horror, his friend was released to fall the few feet to the snowy ground. Wincing, Ron uttered a soft, forced sort of chuckle. "Sorry, mate..."
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Post by Sapphire Malevance on Jan 16, 2010 23:10:14 GMT -5
Draco looked at his hair. "You bloody freak!" He hissed. He released the counter curse and his hair changed back to its normal platinum blonde. He laughed cruely as he watched Ron's feeble attempts to get Harry onto the ground.
"Having some trouble over there?" Sapphire crooned, her eyes shining with amusement as she watched Ron trying to get Harry down. She snickered as Harry's helpless body swayed back and forth in the air as the red headed boy tried vainly to get him down
Draco erupted into laughter as Harry fell to the ground. "Nice one, Weasley!" He laughed. "That was better than the slugs curse that backfired on you second year!" He shook his head as he laughed. "You sure know how to entertain a bloke!"
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jan 16, 2010 23:31:47 GMT -5
If only she could've gotten a Butterbeer to go. Winter had to be her least favorite season, really. There was almost no way to stay permantly warm. Shivering as she made her way back to Hogwarts, she tried not to think about her previous argument with Ron. They were getting old, anyway, and she certainly didn't need to be in a bad mood. What had it even been about? She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away.
The snowless path was slowly becoming the opposite. Not enough foot traffic. She shivered again, clenching her teeth to keep them from chattering. Something caught her eye over by the lake. Bright red hair. Well, who else could that be? She trudged through the snow, trying to ignore her now wet robes. Great. As she got closer, she realized that Ron was not alone. There were two other Slytherin students(according to their ties) and... was that Harry hanging upside down?
She sighed. This could not be good. Trying to walk faster through the deep snow, she made her way towards the group. She soon recognized the Slytherins as Malfoy and Sapphire. Even more great. Harry fell back to the snowy ground just as she got close enough to hear Malfoy's snappy comments.
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