|
Post by darky on Jan 17, 2010 0:40:37 GMT -5
Harry flashed Ron a quizzical look as he pushed his cold glasses back onto his face. His vision became clear, again, yet it was webbed with darkness, daring to drop him into unconsciousness. "Well, it would be far more brilliant if my visions wasn't going black," he retorted, slightly annoyed at how calm Ron seemed at the situation. "You're not the one hanging upside-down." As his freckled friend observed Harry's position and walked in thoughtful circles around him, the boy who lived continued to run spells through his head. If Ron wasn't going to do anything, perhaps he would have to. His head throbbed feverishly and his scar let out sharp sting.
Soon enough, Ron seemed to be throwing out random spells, causing Harry to sway through the air like a limp fish with no control over any of his movements. He began to feel dizzy and the boy quickly closed his eyes to stop the world from spinning. Yet, before he knew it, he felt gravity pull at him once more and clattered, head first, into the snow below him. Harry let out a large grunt as he hit the white blanket of crystals and slowly raised his head, dark hair covered with snow.
Even as he began to stand, he felt like falling down, and staying. The boy was unbearably dizzy, and he swayed as he rose to his feet, his knees tempted to buckle underneath him. For a brief moment, he let out a gag, as if about to vomit before grasping onto the trunk of a nearby tree and letting out a pained sigh. Harry did not want to show he had been defeated, though. No, not by Malfoy. Anyone but Malfoy. "I'm fine," he murmured in response to Ron's apologetic voice. As he turned his emerald gaze toward the Slytherin, he saw that his normally white hair was completely red, and Harry quickly assumed he was seeing things; after hanging upside-down for so long. Yet, once Malfoy had spoken a spell, he realized Ron must have done it. Harry raised his wand sluggishly, about to mutter a spell when the familiar, bushy-haired girl he had known for five years came up the snow-covered hill.
"Hermione!" he gasped, regretting opening his mouth at all as another feverish feeling came over him. "Where were you?"
|
|
|
Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 17, 2010 1:15:39 GMT -5
"Oh, come off it. That was completely different," Ron complained, turning to shoot Malfoy a venomous glare. "At least I'd meant to cut him down. That last one was aimed for you." Come to think of it, he never had gotten back at Malfoy for that one. Sure, it wasn't exactly Draco's fault that Ron's wand had backfired and set the curse upon him, but he'd had all intentions of getting him for calling Hermione a- well, you know. Now would be as good a time as any to punish Malfoy for that little jab, especially considering he'd brought up the point again just a few minutes ago. The guy really was a bit of an idiot. Just as Ron had lifted his wand to murmur the incantation, though, he heard Harry call her name from somewhere to his left. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Ron tossed a glance over his shoulder in time to see Hermione approaching. "Brilliant," he muttered under his breath, gaze flicking between Malfoy and Hermione. He really would love to curse him, though he knew she wouldn't approve, defending her honor or not. Times were tough for the Gryffindors recently, and getting into more trouble probably wasn't wise.
"Not the library, then," Ron replied dryly, letting his gaze flick away from his friends and back to the blond in front of him. "See how you like the taste of slugs, Malfoy," he said bitterly, muttering the spell and waving his wand violently in Draco's direction. He then promptly pocketed his wand, as if to keep himself from throwing any more spells. "That's for dragging her into it. Just so you know." He turned away and back to face Harry and Hermione, shoulders hunched in a half shrug. "Fancy meeting you here."
|
|
|
Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 17, 2010 12:26:14 GMT -5
Draco staggered back as the spell hit him. he doubled over and clutched his stomach as a slug crawled up his throat and out of his mouth. He gagged at the foul taste. He placed his palm on the trunk of a tree, feeling as if he were about to vomit at the foul taste as another slug fell out of his mouth.
Sapphire shrieked and took a stwp backwards as Draco began to barf slugs. The color drained from her face as she watched. She reached out and put one hand on Draco's shoulder, keeping herself at arms length from the blonde boy as she said "We need to get you to Madame Poumfry." She felt that she herself was about to vomit as she tried to keep her eyes away from draco.
Sapphire led Draco up the snow covered hill towards the castle. Draco would have said something foul to Potter and his band of freaks if he were not about to collapse in disgust at his own ailment. Sapphire led him towards the enterence untill Professor Snape saw them and ran to get a bucket for Draco before allowing him to enter the castle - slug goop is a hazard to those walking in the corridors, you know.
|
|
|
Post by Hermione Granger on Jan 17, 2010 12:57:26 GMT -5
Hermione winced as Harry crashed to the ground and staggered back up. That had to have hurt. "Oh, me? I was just at Hogsmeade, having some drinks at The Three Broomsticks," she replied with a shrug. "Ginny was there," she added, with a glance at Ron. She rose her eyebrows, noticing the wand in his hand. How many times had she scolded him?
Hermione headed down to the group, arriving beside Harry in a moment. "You should sit down," she muttered to him, worried about his stumbling. Looking back towards the Slytherins, she was surprised to see Malfoy throwing up slugs. She grimaced and looked to Ron. "Yeah, fancy that," she said, almost sarcastically. "I'll be honest, I don't approve, but that was some nice payback," she grinned, amused and disappointed. Interesting combination.
She watched as Sapphire and Malfoy left for the Hospital Wing before turning back to her friends. "You two must be freezing."
|
|
|
Post by darky on Jan 17, 2010 13:36:43 GMT -5
Harry remained in his position, one hand clinging to the tree for support. He spluttered for a brief moment and blinked continuously in attempt to bring his vision back to normal. At Hermione's words of being at Hogsmeade, the boy glanced toward his freckled friend with an accusing stare before shaking his head and clearing his throat. It turns out that she wasn't at the library. "I'm fine, Hermione," he replied bleakly when she pleaded him to sit down. Even if he did want to sit down, where would he sit? He wasn't too keen on sitting down in the cold, wet snow.
As the boy turned to glance toward Draco, again, he noticed that the color was drained completely from his face and a slug was upchucked from the depths of his throat. Perfect. It was enough that Harry was feeling unbelievably lightheaded, but now that slugs were emerging from Draco's throat, he felt even more feverish. He was almost certain he was going to vomit. Harry kept his mouth closed in order to prevent any urge to throw up the last thing he had eaten.
Draco had soon retreated to grasping onto the same tree in which Harry was clinging to, as well. The boy who lived pulled his hand back and staggered slightly to avoid another slug that was thrown from the Slytherin's throat, again, coming dangerously close to his shoe. He averted his gaze from the scene, only looking back when Sapphire and Draco were rushing into the castle to the Hospital Wing. Harry stared after them, watching as Professor Snape stalked up and handed the boy a bucket. As the greasy-haired man turned his cold gaze toward him, Harry stared levelly back, a defiant look within his eyes. He turned back to his friends and let out a sigh. "Lovely, Ron," the boy said sarcastically. As Hermione mentioned the fact that they must be cold, Harry quickly noticed that, indeed, he was rather frigid. Through the duel that had occurred, he had never actually payed any attention to the temperature.
|
|
|
Post by Ron Weasley on Jan 17, 2010 14:49:50 GMT -5
Ron smirked, tipping his chin up in a superior sort of way. Disgusting or not, watching it was a lot easier than actually heaving up slugs himself. "Say, Malfoy, you know the only way to fix that is to let it run its course." He shrugged lazily, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. "Have a nice couple of hours. After a while the foul taste goes away..." His voice was nearly straight laughter by the time he finished, his head held high and an amused smirk upon his lips. Payback was, as always, sweet. Now he really felt like he'd earned that detention -which he was fairly certain he and Harry would end up getting for this little duel. It didn't matter; it was well worth it.
Clearing his throat a bit, Ron ignored the pointed glance Harry had given him. The one time Hermione decided to not be at the library...Oh well. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to face his friends, eyebrows raised as he noticed Harry's expression. "You look a bit peaky, Harry," Ron commented unnecessarily, choosing to ignore Hermione's sarcasm for the time being. Getting into another argument probably wasn't the best idea. "Yeah. I could use a butterbeer..." He was certainly in a better mood now that he'd put Malfoy in his place.
|
|