luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek.
Chapter Nineteen: The Lion and the Serpent
Point of View)
Disclaimer: None of these
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Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. (et cetera) — I’m only playing with
them for my own amusement, and am making no profit whatsoever from this other
than a few hours of fun. No copyright infringement is intended. Direct quotes
are taken from OotP, Chapter Nineteen: The Lion and the Serpent.
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In case any of you are wondering why this story was removed from the SQ
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This has to be one of my favourite scenes from OotP — enjoy (and review,
don’t know why I like — oh, fine — love
Ron Weasley so much. He’s rude; he’s infuriating. He’s as thick as a concussed
troll about some things and is a real prat. He gets jealous too easily and is
incredibly lazy. And he can say really hurtful things.
he’ll do something incredibly sweet — like bringing me some food when I’m
studying, or belching up slugs for me — and I’ll fall in love with him all over
again. He has a wonderful heart and he really cares about people. He has a
great sense of humour, and he can always cheer me up better than anyone else. He
is honest and loyal to a fault. And he can say the nicest things.
this is reasonable or not — I love him.
shivered in the early morning chill of the corridor, despite her warm scarf and
gloves. The first Gryffindor Quidditch match of the season was today and she wanted
to see Ron — and Harry, she added mentally — before the game. Although Wood,
Gryffindor’s former captain and Keeper (not to mention Quidditch fanatic) had
graduated last year, it seemed that Angelina was picking up right where he had left
off — and that included leaving early for the pitch, as so to get in some last
Out of the
corner of her eye, Hermione noticed a Slytherin approaching. It soon became
apparent that the Slytherin was a girl. A pug-faced girl.
“Well look who it is,” said Pansy Parkinson viciously. “The Mudblood.”
rolled her eyes (rude an insult as it was, couldn’t they think of anything more
original?) and continued walking. Pansy walked a bit more quickly, keeping pace
“But where is
the Weasel? Oh, that’s right, he’s probably hiding in
Leave her, she’s not worth it, Hermione told herself firmly. You know she’s just trying to get a rise out of you…
“Then again, that’d be crediting him with
eyes flashed dangerously, but she continued to ignore Pansy.
“See this, Granger?” Pansy said in a spiteful
Don’t look, don’t give
her the satisfaction…
it’d be nice to give Weasley a little welcoming gift, you know, to the Gryffindor
couldn’t help herself — she looked. Pansy was wearing a very self-satisfied smirk
along with a silver, crown-shaped badge. And it seemed to say… it couldn’t… but
across the badge’s silvery surface were the words ‘Weasley Is Our King’.
she didn’t know what it meant, she felt her stomach sink.
Not today! Ron is having enough problems with his
down the Slytherin girl.
carefully before trying anything… stupid,” she commented to Pansy Parkinson, keeping
her voice even and deliberate. “And if anything happens, remember that I’ll
know who did it.”
sneered back, “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Well, you’ll see what we
do at the match,” and flounced off.
Slytherins! Don’t they have anything better to do?” Hermione muttered angrily
as she stalked down the corridor. “I don’t know what those badges mean, but I’d
bet my last knut that it isn’t anything good.”
still fuming when she encountered Ginny, who also on her way to the Great Hall.
to something,” she told Ginny. “The Slytherins, that is.”
“No, I mean
something in particular… I think they’re trying to intimidate Ron even more
than they’ve done already. I ran into Pansy Parkinson in the hall and she was
bragging about something — I’m not sure what — that the Slytherins are going to
do at the match, and you can bet that it’ll be really nasty. Have you seen those
badges that they’re wearing?”
said. “What about them?”
are in the shapes of crowns, and say ‘Weasley Is Our King’,” Hermione answered
flatly, “So unless Slytherin are planning on rooting for Gryffindor…”
“And they are playing against us…” Ginny
unlikely,” Hermione concluded grimly.
A babble of
voices reached Hermione’s ears as they entered the Great Hall.
“Do you see
them?” she asked Ginny. The younger girl shook her head, red hair flipping over
a shoulder, where it clashed horribly with the red-and-gold rosette that she
was sporting. Gryffindor colours really didn’t go well with the Weasley hair,
there they are!” Ginny said, pointing to a spot at the Gryffindor table.
onto the bench beside Harry and Ron, Hermione caught the words, “ — and the game’s in the bag, isn’t it?”
very pale and was staring into his empty cereal bowl despairingly. He seemed to
be in rather a wretched state.
feeling?” Ginny asked Ron.
nervous,” said Harry firmly, as though trying to convince himself. Hermione
felt that she ought to add something as well.
that’s a good sign,” she said briskly, “I never feel you perform as well in
exams if you’re not a bit nervous.”
look at all assured, although Hermione wasn’t sure
he’d even heard her.
meantime, Luna Lovegood seemed to have wandered over from the Ravenclaw table.
And what on earth was she wearing on
her head? It was ridiculous, Hermione decided. Why anyone would wear such a
thing was beyond her. Perched precariously upon the Ravenclaw’s head was a
life-sized lion’s head shaped hat. Hermione jumped as the hat gave a very loud,
the only one to do so: Euan Abercrombie leapt almost an inch in the air,
Natalie McDonald was staring at the Ravenclaw girl in shock, and Neville had
almost fallen off the bench in surprise.
isn’t it?” said Luna in a manner reminiscent of Hagrid talking about Norbert or
Fluffy. Hermione stifled a grin at the thought of Hagrid gazing adoringly at
his ickle baby Norbert.
“… you know, but there wasn’t time,” she was saying. “Anyway… good luck, Ronald!”
No one calls Ron that except his mother, thought Hermione irritably as Luna drifted off dreamily. And why didn’t she wish Harry good luck too?
It was rather rude to just ignore him like that.
Katie, and Alicia had joined them now too.
there in a bit. Ron’s just got to have some breakfast,” Harry was telling Angelina.
Hermione smiled as she remembered how she and Ron had told Harry the same thing before his first Quidditch match; how the roles
had been reversed!
playing with his silverware, idly pushing his bowl around. It quickly became
apparent to them that he wasn’t going to be eating anytime soon, so, upon
Harry’s suggestion, the boys stood to leave. Standing up as well, Hermione
grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling him to the side.
Ron see what’s on those Slytherins’ badges,” she muttered frantically. Harry
looked at her in confusion, but Hermione only shook her head, as Ron had just
wandered over to them. He presented a truly piteous sight. Hermione felt a tug
at her heartstrings as he stared despondently into space like a lost child.
could lose her nerve, Hermione walked over to Ron, went up on tiptoes and
quickly kissed him on the cheek.
Ron,” she said. As an afterthought (not wanting to be like Luna, after all) she
added, “And you, Harry —”
furiously, Hermione hurried out of the Great Hall, Ginny close at her heels.
wearing a smirk along with her red-and-gold rosette.
what?” asked Hermione, trying to cover her embarrassment.
allowed to wish one of my best friends good luck,
aren’t I?” she said irritably.
was her friend’s reply.
rolled her eyes and hastily said, “C’mon, Ginny, we want to get good seats!”
knowing grin, Ginny nodded and led the way to the pitch.
followed, her hand found its way involuntarily to her lips. She could still
feel Ron’s cheek against them: warm, soft, but a bit bristly. When had Ron
started growing facial hair? He must not have shaved this morning. He had looked a bit surprised — well she
had felt slightly surprised at her own daring, too — but was that a good or a bad
thing? She didn’t have much experience in these matters.
Only time will tell, I suppose…
as she prepared for bed in the bathroom, Hermione was ambushed by her
roommates. Lavender stepped in front of the door to the bathroom and Parvati
blocked the dormitory’s exit.
really not in the mood for this tonight,”
Hermione snapped. “Three of our Quidditch team’s players have been banned for
life by that Umbridge cow, who is also inspecting our professors, and I’ve got an
Arithmancy test in the morning, so I need my sleep.”
said Parvati, arms crossed against her chest. “Not till you tell us what’s
going on with you and Ron.”
you mean, what’s going on with me and Ron?” Hermione queried impatiently, trying
to sound as though she were confused; her flushed face, however, suggested that
she understood what they were getting at all too well.
really mad at Umbridge right now and —”
silly,” sighed Lavender exasperatedly. “I mean, what’s going on with you and Ron.”
even more flustered and desperate to end the conversation.
what you just said — now please move out of my way!”
hopeless,” Parvati pronounced to Lavender. “What we’re trying to ask is when
you and Ron started going out.”
going out!” Hermione protested, cheeks burning.
“If you say
so…” was the disbelieving reply.
“I do say so. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
pushed past Lavender, and hurried over to her four-poster, climbed into it, and
shut the drapes with a snap.
if they aren’t going out, it’s obvious
that they want to,” Parvati commented smugly.
“Goodnight,” Hermione said firmly and with a flick
of her wand put out the lamp on her bedside table. Yawning widely, she pulled
her blanket up, and turned over on her side.
back — but he was hurt, and hadn’t had any success with the giants; those
Slytherins had ruined Ron’s self-esteem ever further with that horrid song; Death
Eaters were on the move again, Harry and the twins were banned from playing
Quidditch, and Umbridge was inspecting the professors… surely, surely things couldn’t get much worse.
She needed to go to sleep: there were lessons to plan for Hagrid and a test to
study for in the morning.
couldn’t. She was tense and anxious — not a good combination. So, as she often did when she couldn’t sleep, Hermione mentally
listed simple Rune translations. As she eventually nodded off, Hermione
saw herself kissing Ron again — an experience, she admitted sleepily, that she
wouldn’t mind repeating.
night, Hermione Granger had very pleasant dreams indeed…