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Chapter 2 : Umm...Why Me?
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For some reason parts of my story have been deleted, so I had to go about rewriting and by the time I began rewriting I had already forgotten what I wrote previously, so if parts suck it’s because of the re-write.
Contrary to what everyone expected, Ron didn’t make the Quidditch team. Ron was thoroughly disappointed even when he accompanied Hermione to Gryffindor’s first game of the year which was versus Ravenclaw. After the game, they went to congratulate Harry on catching the snitch in the earliest recorded time in Hogwart’s history.
As Ron and Hermione made their way to towards the Quidditch pitch, Draco Malfoy slammed into Ron forcefully saying to his cronies, “It’s too bad Weasel wasn’t out there today. Would have made a damn fool of himself in front of the whole school…”
“Ignore him. Ignore him,” Hermione whispered to herself, hoping Ron wouldn’t do anything rash. She continued walking away from the Slytherins with Ron at her side.
Malfoy wanted a reaction and they weren’t giving him one. “You’re starting to bore me Weasel! You and your filthy mudblood of a girlfriend!”
That was it. That was all it took for Malfoy to get his reaction. Ron spun around and was in Draco’s face in a split second.
“RON!!!!” Hermione yelled as he threw a punch at Malfoy before he could get out his wand.
“Is that all you’ve got Weasel?” Malfoy demanded, whipping the blood from his lip. Without waiting for an answer, he moved…
Ron lashed out at the Slytherin. He whipped a right-hook and Malfoy ducked to come around and slug Ron in the stomach. Wincing, Ron kicked Malfoy in the thigh, barely missing a very painful spot. Ron was stronger than Malfoy, but the Slytherin was quicker and more experienced in fighting.
“Had enough?!” Draco spat at Ron.
Ron took two hard punches. The second punch got him in the jaw and sent him flying backwards into Hermione. They both landed hard on the ground; blood everywhere and Malfoy laughing. Ron jumped up, enraged and toppled Malfoy to the ground.
The other Slytherins didn’t make a move to help Malfoy or stop the fight. They were being entertained.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape found the students rolling on the ground, still fighting. “Enough!” Snape picked Malfoy up and glared at him.
“Are you two finished?” McGonagall wasn’t asking. She looked Ron up and down. His robes were filthy.
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. They both knew he was in deep trouble.
“Are you injured Hermione?” McGonagall asked her.
“I don’t think so.” She looked at her elbow; it was red, but not bleeding.
McGonagall shook her head and escorted Ron to Madame Pomfrey’s with Snape and Malfoy close behind.
Hermione went to find Harry. Harry was in the middle of a crowd of kids asking him questions about his game. When he saw Hermione, he ran over to her. “Thanks for saving me from them!” he said before noticing her expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Of course. Who else?” she sardonically grinned. “He and Ron got into a fight. A real fight this time. Professor McGonagall took him to Madame Pomfrey.” She sighed.
“Is he OK?”
“Should be. They didn’t have a chance to get their wands out…” She didn’t want to take away from his moment so she added quickly, “Great job today.”
After getting fixed up, Ron was commanded to see Professor McGonagall in her office. He gulped before he entered. “Mr. Weasley…”
He couldn’t help but swallow again as he approached her desk.
“Wasn’t very smart to get into a physical brawl on school campus, was it?”
She was going to expel him. She was going to expel him… She was going to expel him…
His parents were going to kill him.
Why did he have to let his anger take control of him?
Why did he let Malfoy get to him like that?
Couldn’t he just have kept his cool and ignore him like Hermione had done?
“I suppose you have to learn your lesson.”
“Yes, Professor.” She was going to expel him…
“There are more dangerous things than Mr. Malfoy…”
“Yes, Professor.” She was going to expel him…
“Well there’s only one thing I can think of that can be done.”
Ron swallowed nervously. She was going to expel him…
“You’ll be the new Prefect for Gryffindor.”
She wasn’t going to expel him? He cleared his throat gasping, “Excuse me?”
“You have proven on more than one occasion your loyalty to your friends. Sticking up for fellow students is a brave, Gryffindor quality Mr. Weasley. Even though you may be quick to anger, you only have the best intentions in mind.”
“You’re not going to expel me?”
“Well why choose me?”
“Your brothers Percy and Bill were exceptional Prefects so it’s only natural that you take their place…”
Ron wondered, “What about Harry?”
“You know very well that Harry’s doesn’t need the unnecessary risks involved with wandering around at night.”
Ron chuckled to himself, remembering all the times they had done just that. Running around with Harry’s invisibility cloak…
“Furthermore, he has all the younger students chasing after him, bothering him already. I don’t think he’d do well with being bothered at all hours with questions.”
“Well…er- Thank you…” He accepted the Prefect badge in a daze. He could hardly believe that he had actually been chosen- And by Professor McGonagall no less!
With a bounce in his step, he returned to the Gryffindor common room. He assumed, obviously, that Hermione would be named a Prefect as well, so the two of them would have to spend more time together and it was very common that the Head Boy and Head Girl would…umm…you know…so wouldn’t be only natural that Prefects would too?
He was in high spirits as he entered through the portrait hole.
The look on Hermione’s face was not at all what he expected. She was shocked, to be sure, but she was not pleased.
“What the HELL IS THAT?” she demanded, pointing at his Prefect badge. “Did you steal it from McGonagall’s office?!”
“I did no such thing! She selected me from Gryffindor Prefect. Aren’t you happy?”
“Does is look like I am? How could you of all people get named a Prefect? I thought you’d get detention at least, if not EXPELLED for getting into a fight with Malfoy. Next I’ll hear that Malfoy is the new Prefect for Slytherin!” She screamed at him, red-faced.
“Why are you so bloody pissed off at me?! Didn’t you get your Prefect badge yet?”
She frowned. “No but Lavender did.”
“So that’s why you’re pissed off. Don’t take it out on me then. It’s not as if it was my choice who got it.”
“I don’t care that Lavender got it.”
“You even said you didn’t want it to cut into your study time, so why are you so pissed off?!”
“You don’t study at all! Why should you get it?! I’ve worked so hard! My grades are far better than yours!”
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