𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

77

"Have you heard Gryffindor's got a new Keeper?" Johnny asked, throwing a Quaffle in the air and catching it. Pansy was laying sideways on the couch, her head in Johnny's lap as she read a book. Mia, Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Tom were sat around them, their attention now on Johnny who was smirking triumphantly as he placed the Quaffle on the table.

"Who is it?" Blaise asked, kicking the Quaffle into his hands.

"Ronald fucking Weasley," Johnny snickered. "Angelina Johnson's really struggling to get a team together this year. Poor girl. It's her last year too."

"Must've been the only one to try out," Mia added, painting her nails black.

"He trips over his hand me down robes just walking down the hallway," Blaise pointed out. "There's no way he'd actually manage to catch a Quaffle that far off the ground."

"Oh, come on," Draco said sarcastically. "I'm sure he'll do just wonderful."

"Go on, Malfoy," Johnny said with a chuckle. "Tell us how you really feel."

"What can I say?" Draco said with a shrug. "Weasley's my... my uh..." he trailed off, deep in thought. "my king."

The mention of Ron being Royalty sent the rest of the boys howling in laughter, Crabbe even going so far as to fall off the couch he'd been sharing with Goyle before he scrambled back up, red in the face. When the laughter finally died down, Johnny began humming quietly.

"Weasley is our king," Johnny chanted a few times in the tune.

"Weasley cannot save a thing," Mia said in tune.

"We're onto something," Draco said, the smirk never once leaving his face as he quickly searched through his bag for a piece of parchment and his quill and ink, quickly scrawling Weasley is Our King at the top and writing Mia's line below it. "now what rhymes with thing?"

"Ring!" Pansy exclaimed, sitting up quickly from where she'd been laying across the couch. "He's a Keeper. He's trying to block the three rings."

"Which he can't do," Goyle guffawed.

"He cannot block a single ring," Tom said, taking the parchment from Draco's hand and writing it below Mia's line.

"If we can do this, then we can get all the Slytherins together to sing it at the Quidditch match," Johnny said, before gesturing between himself, Blaise and Tom. "It'll dampen Ron's confidence giving us a tremendous lead, meaning if Harry catches the Snitch, we win anyway because we have more points."

"Genius," said Blaise, snapping his fingers and pointing finger guns at Johnny.

"Okay," Tom said, murmuring the first two lines under his breath. "That's why the Slytherins all sing."

He finished, gesturing for Mia to write that as the next line.

"Weasley is our King!" The group of Slytherin's sang in unison.

"Alright, what can we sing about Weasley next to add on?" Blaise asked, crossing to stand behind Mia and peer over the girl's shoulder to read the first verse.

"Well, he lives in that shack with like twenty other people," Mia said. "According to my Dad it's made out of wood and could fall over any moment."

"Weasley was born in a bin," Tom suggested.

"Why bin?" Blaise asked.

Tom shrugged. "It rhymes with win."

"Alright," Mia said, muttering the words aloud in tune as she scribbled them down. "Weasley was born in a bin."