The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

Weasley is Our King

Today was the first quidditch match of the season. Gryffindor was playing Slytherin, and Ron was very nervous for the game ahead. Everyone at the Gryffindor table was sporting their house colors, Hermione in Carson's extra jersey. It was going to be cold and snowy, so everyone was wearing multiple layers. As Carson and Ron sat down, he cringed at the couple, earning a look from Hermione.

"You are going to do great Carson. I'll be in the stands cheering for you." Hermione told him, as she connected their lips together.

"Thanks. You do look good in my jersey you know."

"I'll be sure to wear it to more games then."

Their conversation was stopped when Harry cleared his throat, making the two look over to him.

"We should probably go. The game is going to start soon, and we should practice." Harry told the team, as Carson nodded and got up from his seat. They made their way to the pitch to warm up a bit.

When the game started, Gryffindor was doing alright, but the snow made it harder to see.

"And Marshall with the score! That makes it twenty-thirty Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announced, as the Gryffindors cheered, before a song started to be sung.

"Weasley is our king! Weasley is our king! He always lets the quaffle in, Weasley is our king!" The Slytherin's chanted, throwing Ron off his game.

"Don't listen to them Ron! Don't let them get to you!" Carson shouted to his friend, but it appeared that he hadn't heard him. The game continued, and Gryffindor started falling behind.

"Another ten points to Slytherin. The score is now fifty-thirty in favor of Slytherin." Lee Jordan said dejectedly.

Malfoy flew up to where Ron was and began to talk to him, Carson flying over to stop the fight about to happen.

"I should thank you Weasley. You're definitely our best player!"

"Shove off Malfoy!" Carson shouted to him, as the snitch appeared, and Harry took off for it. Unfortunately, Malfoy saw it as well and they both went for it.

The next thing was a blur, Harry and Malfoy raced for it, and Carson flew over as well. Harry caught the snitch and without warning, Crabbe and Goyle hit both Carson and Harry on the back of the head with beaters bats. Both Gryffindors fell to the ground with a thud, and the crowd went quiet.

"Carson, Harry! Are you two alright?" Hermione asked, helping Carson up and the Weasley twins helping Harry.

"Yeah...I'm fine. Don't worry 'Mione."

"Bet you loved that Potter, Marshall! Saved Weasley's neck didn't you? I've never seen a worse keeper! Maybe we should add a few more verses to our little song. About his filthy mother." Malfoy spat, Carson going to attack him but being held back by Hermione.

"Maybe about his filthy father too!" Malfoy continued, as Fred and George tried to get at him, but were held back by other Gryffindors.

"But then, you like the Weasley's don't you? How can you stand the stink? I guess it reminds you of your own dear mother!" He taunted, as Harry broke over and started hitting him over and over. George broke free from his hold and went after Malfoy as well.

"And Marshall! You and your graveyard experience! I need to thank whoever did that! Next time they should make it permanent! You should drop dead permanently!" Malfoy jeered before George tackled Malfoy to the ground again, Carson trying to go at Malfoy, but also crumbling at the memories of that night. Hermione brought Carson into a deep hug, ignoring the fight going on behind her.

"Impedimentia!" Madam Hooch casted, getting both Gryffindors off of Malfoy.

"What on earth do you two think you're doing?!" Professor McGonagall shouted, as Harry got up on his feet and went for Malfoy again. Madam Hooch was in the middle and stopped Harry from going after Malfoy.

"Don't make me stupefy you Potter!"

Harry looked over to see Malfoy bleeding and bruised while curled up into a ball crying. Carson stood up to see the damage and smiled.

"Got what was coming to him." Carson muttered, Professor McGonagall grabbing onto the back of his and Harry's jerseys and turning them around.

"My office. NOW." McGonagall commanded, taking the two boys to her office.

George, Harry, and Carson were all sitting in front of her desk, and she was pacing around the room.

"Never in my thirty-nine years of teaching at this school, I have seen such a disgusting display."

"Malfoy provoked us."

"Of course he wanted to provoke you Potter! He just lost!"

"I cannot express the disappointment I feel right now." She said, staring at George and Harry.

Umbridge walked in the room, taking all four of them by surprise.

"What is it, Dolores?"

"I thought you might need some additional authority dealing with these three." She said, smiling sickly.

"Well you thought wrong. Now kindly remove yourself from my office."

"Now, I don't care what Malfoy said. Your performance out there was shameful. Fifty points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detentions. Marshall, we'll talk privately about you in a minute."

"I hardly think that's an adequate punishment for this. Educational decree twenty-five. It gives me, as high inquisitor, the power to give punishments and privileges, and to alter those given out by other members of the staff. So, I think a life-long ban from quidditch should do the trick for both of these, oh and this one's twin as well. He was going to attack Malfoy as well." Umbridge stated, as George and Harry looked shocked.

"Ban us...for life."

"That is correct Mr. Potter. Ah, and I'll take your brooms too. Well, have a wonderful day!" She said, leaving the office with George and Harry's brooms.

"You've..."

"My hands are tied Mr. Potter. Mr. Marshall please stay behind for a minute."

"Mr. Marshall, you are not in trouble. Miss Granger stopped you before you could even get involved. However, I must ask, how are you holding up?"

"Fine Professor. I'm not getting as many nightmares as before."

"Wonderful. Do you still need the dreamless sleep potion? I could ask Madam Pomfrey to get you some more."

"No thank you. I'm okay. It's still sensitive but I'm fine. It's getting better."

"Alright then. You may go Mr. Marshall."

"Thank you Professor."

Carson left the office and returned to the common room to see his three friends missing. He thought nothing of it and went to his dorm for the night, ending the hectic day there.