Slytherins Golden Girl

Chapter 44

"You're sure Molly won't mind?"

"How many more times do I have to tell you." Ron exhaled, clutching his wand tightly to his palm with the tip still pointed at Eleanors chest. "Mum will be ecstatic you're staying with us for Christmas, it'll give her the chance to knit another present."

Eleanor beamed. "Thank you, really, thank you. I'm sorry for the late notice, but I couldn't think of anything worse than staying here by myself for the holidays." She thanked him for the 50th time since the meeting had begun.

"It's honestly fine, everyone will be happy you're there including Sirius. Now.." Ron began to widen his stance on the ground as he beckoned his fingers in Eleanors direction. "Are you going to try to disarm me or not?"

Eleanor laughed as she rose her wand towards Ron, he had become increasingly cocky with his attacking skills throughout the past weeks of Dumbledores Army, that is of course after he managed to send Neville flying backwards in a duel. Although Neville was hardly a hard target to beat whilst he still used his fathers wand and Ron had seemed to forgotten the time Hermione knocked him off his feet all those months ago in front of everyone.
Eleanor believed it was about time she reminded him.

She took one last glance around the room of requirement, it had been decked out for Christmas with four Norwegian Spruces places in each corner of the rectangular room, all covered in tiny glass lanterns that gave the room a orange glow. She'd spotted Rodger was across the other side of the room with his friend, both helping some fake-looking blond Hufflepuff student with her hand technique. Eleanor sucked on the side of her cheek as she grimaced at the girl, did she have to stand so close to him?

Or bat her fucking eyelashes at him like she's some Knockturn Alley tramp!

"Arhggg!" A harsh yelp escaped her throat and cursed the air before she catch it. Eleanor landed on floor with a loud thud, her wand flying from her hand and clattering upon the grate beside her.

"Ron! I wasn't ready!" She snapped at him. He stared at her in amusement, his wand still pointed at her chest as she angrily patted herself down to regain her balance on her feet.

"You must always be prepared for what your partner may throw at you." He boast, striding forward without even trying to hide his smug grin.

That's it, he's a dead man.

Eleanor patted her skirt down once more and straightened the tie that had fallen askew round her neck, if she were going to beat him she may as well look proper. "Thanks for the tip, I'll try to keep up." She replied through gritted teeth.

Ron nodded at her response as he brought his wand closer to his chest, pulling his elbow into his ribs and turned his body diagonally towards Eleanor. She'd barely caught hold of her wand before Ron shot his first spell at her, this time it was expelliarmus. Not too strong, not too weak.

Eleanor stumbled back upon her feet as she deflected his spell, the cheating git didn't even allow her to prepare. Before she had time to recompose Ron had come at her with one spell after another, the enchantments slipping between his lips like a sirens melody as each spell gained in strength as Ron became more and more confident. Eleanor blocked every spell of course, it was almost easy now she'd caught her balance, with each hit the grip round the base of her wand tightened until she believes it would snap under the pressure of her sweaty palm.

Although she wasn't going to let him win, no chance, Eleanor was waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She was studying him. Like a predator watching their prey.